Written by Spells.

"GABRIEL JESUS ANGEL CHRIST YOU WILL COME DOWN HERE THIS MINUTE OR I SWEAR TO YOUR FATHER I'LL-"

"You'll what? Yell at me with a name that makes no sense?" Gabriel said playfully, suddenly appearing beside the hunter.

"Gabriel," Sam sighed angrily. "You son of a bitch."

"Oooh, I see someone opened my birthday present! Did you like your cake?" The archangel wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Why the FUCK did you put STRIPPERS in my birthday cake?!" Sam bellowed. Gabriel took a step back.

"Woah there, Sam-squatch, calm your perky little nipples down."

"I will not calm my—wait, what?" Gabriel burst out laughing.

"Kidding, kiddo," he said. "Oooh, try saying that ten times fast.Kidding kiddo, kidding kiddo, kidding kiddo, kidding kiddo—"

"GABRIEL!"

"Alright, fine, sorry," the angel apologized. "I won't do it again."

"You promise?"

"Well—"

"Gabriel!"

"Can I be the stripper in your cake?" Sam choked. Gabriel clapped him on the back. "Kidding, kiddo. Happy birthday!"

And with that, the archangel disappeared, leaving Sam Winchester standing there, unsure what the fuck had just happened, and sporting a slight, confusing boner.