Pairing: None really. Some slight Dean/Cas or Dean/Sam, depending on how you look at it.
Based off of the promo shots that got taken after part of the Supernatural wardrobe got stolen.

Dean is trying to sleep. He's not really succeeding, thoughts churning around Sam and how Sam doesn't have a soul and how are they going to fix that, but he's in bed and he's had more than a little whiskey and he's trying to sleep.

Of course, that's when he hears, "Dean."

Dean sighs. "Hey, Cas. What's up?"

"Dean, I need your help."

Dean cracks open one eye and promptly bolts upright in bed, both eyes flying open, "You're naked!"

Castiel looks down at himself and then back up at Dean. "Yes."

Dean stares for a moment before he realizes that its really inappropriate, him staring at Castiel while the angel is rather blatantly naked. And not bothering to hide anything. Dean immediately claps a hand over his eyes and turns away.

"Cas," he tries, in a choked voice, "What happened to your clothes?"

"I do not know."

"You don't know?"

"No."

Dean sighs. Why does this shit happen to him? Brothers losing their souls, angels coming to him naked, why does it happen to him?

"Do you remember what you were doing when they went missing?"

"I was seeking out Balthazar. He is still in possession of pieces of the Staff of Moses and other weapons of Heaven. He must be found."

"Right. And then you were just naked?"

"No. No, I found Balthazar. We talked. And then I was without clothes."

And that, really, was more information that Dean ever needed to know. "So you took your clothes off -"

"No, Dean. I did not take them off. They were simply gone."

For a moment, Dean isn't sure what to say. Finally, he settles with, "So you're clothes were gone. And you came here."

"Well, Balthazar and I had a slight... scuffle, first. But then, yes. I came here."

Seriously, Dean did not need these images in his head. "Uh-huh. And, um, Cas? Whydid you come here?"

"It has come to my attention that most humans are quite modest in regard to their natural forms. In order to blend in while I am upon Earth, I must adhere to these customs. I, however, must confess I am not sure how one gains clothing. Must I find a sheep and spin the cloth?"

"Er. No. No. You just... go to the store."

"The store."

"Yeah. You go to the store, pick out what you like, give them some money, and it's yours."

"This is more complicated than I had anticipated."

"It's really not," Dean sighs. "Look, there's some clothes in my bag. Put someone and we'll go shopping in the morning."

There is a moment of quiet shuffling and then Dean clears his throat.

"Is it safe to turn around now?"

Castiel's confusion is very clear as he says in his serious manner, "You were never in any danger, Dean. I would never hurt you."

Dean sighs. "Yah, Cas. I know."

Castiel, dressed in a pair of Dean's jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, shifts uncomfortably. "Why must the shopping wait?"

"Stores are closed at night. And I need to sleep."

Castiel nods but doesn't otherwise move.

"Cas. You could lay down, too." Dean says, jerking his head towards the free bed. He tries not to think about Sam, and how Sam should be there, suffering through this with him.

"I do not require sleep. I will wait here while you do so."

Dean sighs. It's going to be a long night.