13.

A couple of days before Dean's week of summer vacation starts, the mechanic incident is as good as forgotten. Balthazar mysteriously stopped taking the elevator with them and Castiel, when asked, changed the topic to his bees and how he had way too much honey.

"I could give you some honey, if you wouldn't mind," Castiel asks while Dean fumbles with a sleek, dark blue silk tie. Dean looks up into eyes and wonders if the tie was a gift, because it's the same colour as Castiel's eyes and now they're staring at each other again and basically breathing the same air and Dean is feeling arousal grow low in his stomach.

"Honey," he says intelligently, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yes. It's very sweet."

Dean's eyes flicker down to Castiel's mouth, full lips opened, as if waiting for a kiss.

"Awesome." His hands have stopped moving. He can feel Cas' chest rise and fall subtly and fuck, that's a heartbeat as frantic as his own- or maybe he's just imagining things, after all-

"Dean."

Castiel's voice has him look back up, where the standard frown has turned into a scowl.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare at my mouth for the rest of the day or will you just kiss me already?!" Castiel growls, and it's the most attractive thing Dean has heard in years. Then his brain catches up with the words.

It takes him a second to decide that it was a rhetorical question and any further talking is entirely unnecessary. Then he grabs Cas and pushes him against the wall, kisses him hard and holds him tight.

"I cannot believe it took you this long," Cas manages to gasp between kisses. "It's not like I wasn't obvious enough or anything."

Dean shuts him up because he really doesn't need Cas to discover humor right friggin' now, when his mouth can be put to so much better use.

Which is when he remembers that they are in an elevator.

He communicates as much, and Cas groans and reaches out to slam a button that makes the elevator screech to a halt. Dean faintly remembers some kind of warning about how long it takes for security to get to the elevator and how expensive it is from when he first started at the company, so he pulls back and stares at Castiel for a moment.

"You can't just – they will kill you for-"

"Dean, shut up," Cas groans, fisting his hair to pull him back in. "I own the fucking company, and I will fucking fire you if you don't fuck me against that wall right now."

Instead of panicking about there's-a-reason-why-that-name-sounded-familiar, Dean complies. Happily.