This is dedicated to Sherlockhasthephonebox. :)
"GABRIEL!" Sam Winchester yelled from inside the steam-filled bathroom. He had just finished showering the blood of the ghoul that Dean splattered all over him ("How was I supposed to know that that would happen?") and had stepped out, reaching blindly for his towel. Instead, a cold, ugly wallpapered wall met his hand. Sam looked at where he had placed his clothes. In fact, he looked all over the bathroom, searching for something that was made of cloth. All of it was gone.
"Yes sweetie?" Gabriel called back in a high-pitched tone outside the door. Sam could hearthe snicker in the archangel's voice, even if he didn't see it, and he wanted to punch him badly because of this.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES?" Sam roared back. Frustrated and naked, he did not need this right now. What he needed was to sleep and to find a way to punch Gabriel without breaking his hand.
"Oh, you mean useless items? Well, I have them out here with me. Actually, I have everything in the bathroom that isn't part of it out here with me. So you have nothing to try and use against me."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" Sam continued to yell, leaning his forehead against the door and closing his eyes.
"Well, it's not me that wants anything," Sam snorts. "I have to say it is you that need something such as, you know, clothes."
"How do I get these clothes back?"
"You have to come out here and get them yourself."
"Like hell I will!" Sam could hear Gabriel softly laughing and he had to count backwards from 10 to calm himself.
"Oh come on sweetheart," Gabriel cooed. "Dean and his boyfriend aren't here. They went out for a romantic date at some burger joint. So if you want what you want, you have to come and get it yourself."
Pissed and not even a bit amused, Sam wrenched open the bathroom door, stepping out without a single thought. Gabriel looked extremely surprised. It isn't every day that you get to see a naked Winchester throwing hissy fits after coming out of the shower. The archangel didn't have a moment to process the moment before Sam was demanding once more.
"Give me my clothes back!" Sam had a murderous look on his face that even Gabriel wasn't prepared to witness.
"What if I said they no longer existed?" Gabriel asked in an innocent tone. You could almost see a halo glowing above his head.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, DON'T EXIST?" Sam roared.
Outside of the motel room stood Dean and Castiel listening.
"I am worried for Gabriel." Castiel says seriously, looking confused and uncertain of whether or not he should intervene in the situation.
"YOU BURNED THEM?"
"I thought it was a clever way for you to never wear clothes again!"
"YOU BURNED MY CLOTHES!"
"You could wear a bed sheet! Just calm down!"
"THIS IS NOT ROME GABRIEL! YOU ASSBUTT! IF YOU THINK THAT BY GETTING RID OF MY CLOTHES YOU WERE GOING TO GET SOME TONIGHT YOU WERE WRONG!"
"They'll figure it out," Dean winced as he heard Sam throw something heavy at the archangel.
"Should we do as Gabriel said we were doing and go on a "romantic date"?" Castiel asked, looking unsure of what any of that meant.
Dean gave Castiel a long, steady look before shrugging his shoulders and slinging an arm around the angel's waste. "Hell, might as well."