Once the elevator doors closed, both men had their knives up, threatening each other not to come too close.
"Don't talk shit, Wingbaby, I was put on this, I'm gonna do that." "My name is Angel, Assbutt. And I'm gonna do it."

The doors opened on the next level and the assassins faced four, very confused guards. For a second everyone froze, but then the oldest of the uniformed reached for his Walkie-Talkie and Castiel was the first to react; he shot the man with a silencer in the chest and yelled: "Move, Ghostbuster!"

"Hunter to you, Flappy Bird!", Dean yelled back and tackled the second guard, punching him unconscious. Castiel knocked the third one out and Dean shot the fourth, leaving all of the uniformed laying on the floor.

The blonde smiled."That was funny, now where did we stop?" His smile dropped. "Ah yeah: My job, demon brat!"
"Move away, I do it!" "No, you move!" "Just - back - off!"
The men started heading into the direction of the president's Office, but they kept pushing each other out of the way and so they more stumbled to the office then they walked.
The argument got more and more heated and when they finally arrived the door, Castiel had enough.

With a surprising strength he grasped Dean's collar, showed him against the door and pressed his lips against the blondes'.