"Hold the elevator!" Sam Wesson yelled as he raced through the lobby of his office building. A suit clad arm shot out, halting the doors. "Thanks," Sam said breathlessly, practically falling into the elevator. He caught his breath and looked up, intent to thank the guy, but he stopped, realizing who it was.

Sam couldn't figure out what it was about Dean Smith that made it impossible for him to think about anything else. It wasn't just the dreams he'd had involving the two of them killing supernatural baddies, it was something else. Which made no sense to Sam, because not only was Dean a guy, but he was a salad eating corporate douche bag.

But he looked damn good in a suit, there was no denying it. Sam leaned against the side of the metal box, allowing his eyes to roam Dean's body.

"Going up?" Dean asked, pretending, as usual, like he didn't know him. Sam nodded, and Dean leaned forward and pressed their floor numbers. Sam smiled, seeing that Dean was failing at his game.

The elevator lurched into motion and Sam took a breath, reaching out and hitting the emergency stop button.

"C'mon man, you gonna tell me about your weird dre-" Dean started, but was silenced by Sam pushing him against the side of the cramped elevator, smashing their lips together in the process.

God it felt good. It felt like something Sam had waited his whole life for. He tilted his head, brushing his tongue against Dean's lips, darting it in when Dean opened up with a sigh. Sam gripped Dean's suit jacket and Dean gripped the handrail that his lower back was pressed against, seemingly unable to move them anywhere else. But then instincts seemed to take him over, and he pushed off, knocking Sam against the other wall, lips and tongues battling for dominance.

Sam spun them, forcing Dean back against the wall because he decided he liked him there. He pulled back from their bruising kisses, and noted with satisfaction that Dean followed him for an instant, yearning for more. Sam took a deep breath and dropped to his knees, fingers fumbling with Dean's belt.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?" Dean asked, hands clamping down on Sam's. Sam looked up at Dean's face, eyes wide, lips bright red. Sam thought for a moment that he had made a huge mistake. Then Dean finished speaking. "We don't have time in here. Stand up, we're going to my office."