A/N : New chapter is here, and the next one is being written. Nothing more to say at the moment =)

Where Do We Draw The Line

Part 2 : Chapter 6

The search for Dean proved to be in vain, and by the time Sam and Castiel were ready to give up they had gone through every possible place in town they could think of while drinking the coffee from the thermos. They had been forced to go get a few cups from an all night diner as well. Sam was close to tears, partly because he was tired but mostly because his brother had vanished from the face of the Earth. His parents had called a few times, unable to sleep and promising that they would fly over if Dean wasn't found by the next day.

"I was supposed to spend a nice, romantic evening with my girlfriend, and it's so like Dean to do something to ruin it," Sam muttered, clearly completely worn out and ready to go to bed, Dean be damned, and Castiel laughed at his words.

"I don't think he'd ever purposefully do anything to screw your evening up," he said and Sam made an agreeing noise. They both knew that Dean wasn't the type to purposefully ruin his brothers evening by running off into the night.

"All I want right now is some peace and quiet, and a moment to think without the world bothering me every few minutes," Sam declared and suddenly Castiel had an idea. He remembered Dean talking about a lake nearby, and how it would be a perfect place to hide from everything for a few hours.

"We forgot to check the beach," Castiel said, making Sam frown. Castiel suspected that Sam might not know about the beach, being new to the city and all.

"There's a lake few miles out of town, Dean once said that it'd be good place to escape the world if the need ever arose," Castiel explained, and Sam asked for directions to said lake, if there was a chance that Dean might have gone there then Sam would check it out, and Castiel was more than happy to guide Sam towards the lake. The only sound in the car was the radio playing music on low volume. Castiel had grown to like Sam in the few hours they had spent together, and he hoped that they would get a chance to sit down for a coffee or something some day.

When they reached the lone parking area of the lake Castiel couldn't help but hold his breath. He scanned the area frantically and could barely believe his eyes when he spotted the familiar looking Impala at the far edge of the area. He pointed it out to Sam who let out a relieved sigh and drove his car next to the other one and stopped the engine. Castiel couldn't help but notice how shaken Sam seemed now that they had found Dean's car, and most likely Dean as well.

"Do you have a blanket or something? Dean's probably freezing by now," Castiel asked as he collected his stuff. Sam nodded absentmindedly and handed Castiel the car keys, telling him that there should be a blanket in the trunk. Castiel left Sam to get himself together and went to search the trunk. He found the blanket quite easily, and frowned at the bright pink abomination in his hands.

"It's Dean's idea of a joke," Sam explained with a pained smile when he got out of the car and came to see if Castiel had found what he was looking for. Castiel eyed the blanket for a little while longer, but he couldn't see anything that might be considered funny. When he told as much to Sam the other man laughed and explained how Dean was always calling him a big girl, and suddenly the pink blanket made more sense.

"He even got me a barbie for one Christmas," Sam remembered and that actually made Castiel laugh while they walked hurriedly towards the beach. As soon as they reached the beach they scanned it in hopes of spotting Dean. It took them a while to see him, and Castiel was just about to start screaming his frustration out to the world when Sam sprinted from his side yelling Dean's name. Dean had been lying on the sand, but upon hearing his name being called by his frantic brother he had sat up, and Castiel relaxed upon seeing him unharmed. On the other hand this brought up a whole new set of problems, such as how was Castiel supposed to act now, with both Sam and Dean present? Sometimes Castiel wished he could just stop thinking, but as he slowly made his way towards the brothers, giving them some time alone and himself a moment to think, he reached the conclusion that he would just have to roll with it.

Castiel smiled when he saw Dean flailing as Sam hugged him, and Castiel could hear him say something about being unable to breath. Dean was still sitting in the sand after Sam released him, smiling at his brother reassuringly and listening to Sam tell him how horrible his day had been. Sam had pressed his face to his knees, so he didn't see the smile disappear from Dean's face when he saw Castiel, who froze on his tracks at the sudden change in his lovers expression, he was worried that Dean didn't want to see him, or that he had done something wrong. He held the blanket tighter to his chest, but it didn't take long for him to realize Dean wasn't angry at him. Dean shoved Sam as hard as he could and glared at him while motioning for Castiel to come closer. Castiel could see that Dean was cold as he had suspected, and he offered the blanket to him without a word, but Dean declined it.

"I'd rather freeze to death," Dean declared, and Castiel stared at him with a less than a kind look in his eyes. Dean gave him a cheeky grin that faltered quickly under Castiel's steely eyes while Sam was looking at them both amusedly. Dean was the first to give up and grab the blanket from Castiel and wrap it around his shoulders while mumbling to himself. Castiel sat down a well, wrapping his arms around himself and occasionally sipping the lukewarm coffee he still had in his cup.

"So, you want to give me the talking down now or later?" Dean asked after they had all settled down again and Sam had seemingly said everything he needed to say for now. Castiel studied the sand on his feet for a second before turning to look at Dean.

"I don't think I need to say anything. I think it's better if I'll just listen what you have to say," he said calmly, and Dean searched Castiel's face for something, Castiel didn't know what, but he seemed to find it.

"Well I don't have anything to say. How about you two tell me what the hell you're doing here?" Dean requested with an air of cheerfulness that was clearly false, but it didn't stop Sam and Castiel from obligating his request and recounting the events that had led them to that beach.

"Hey, weren't you supposed to come back tomorrow?" Dean asked suddenly, eyeing Castiel curiously. Castiel grimaced, and earned himself a demanding glare from Dean and a curious look from Sam.

"I lied, okay? I wanted to sleep tonight so that I could've gotten up early to make something out of the horrible amount of blueberries Chuck gave me few days ago. I was thinking pancakes and pie. You could've been my test subject," Castiel admitted with an accusing frown directed at Dean, whose face fell a bit, and Sam burst out laughing. Castiel watched amusedly how Dean kicked some sand at Sam, who did the same at Dean and soon they were both covered in sand while Castiel hid under the blanket he had quickly stolen from Dean.

"Okay! Cut it out, we're not going to act like children, it always gets out of hand," Sam declared in the end, running his hand through his hair while sand fell from it.

"Yeah, I might be tempted to put some Nair in your shampoo again," Dean chuckled.

"You've put Nair in his shampoo?" Castiel was forced to ask, just to be sure he had heard right. Dean nodded, clearly trying not to laugh while Sam glared at him. The situation calmed down quickly, the were all tired both physically and emotionally, and Castiel couldn't quite believe they were all still awake.

"So, are we ready to go home now?" Sam asked after a while, but Dean shook his head. Castiel pulled the blanket tighter around himself as he turned to look at Dean, who was biting his lip thoughtfully, ignoring Sam's exasperated look.

"Just give me ten minutes. You can go wait in the car," Dean said to his brother, and even in his barely awake state Castiel couldn't miss the meaningfully raised eyebrow Dean directed at Sam, who glanced quickly between his brother and Castiel before understanding lit up his face.

"Right, car. You wan't me to take that away?" Sam asked and pointed at Castiel's coffee cup as he got up.

"Please," Castiel said as he handed the cup to Sam, who gave him a small smile before walking away, leaving Dean and Castiel alone on the beach. Castiel chuckled when he realized the sun was rising, coloring the sand and the lake beautifully in shades of red and orange. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel, pulled him closer, and pressed a soft kiss on his neck.

"I'm sorry if I made you worry about me. I just needed some time to think about everything. I'll tell you about it when I'm ready, and when I'm not about to turn into a sleep deprived zombie. You just need to be a bit more patient with me, okay?" Dean spoke softly, and no matter how much Castiel might have wanted to argue he didn't have it in him at the moment. He just wasn't sure how much patience he still had left for Dean, but ha also knew this wasn't the time nor the place to bring that up, so he nodded and pressed himself closer to Dean.

Dean had no good explanation for his actions, but sitting by the lake in the chilly night had been just what he needed to get his act together and decide what he wanted. Now it was simply a matter of finding the courage to actually follow his decisions. Dean breathed in Castiel's scent, feeling a surge of jealousy when he smelled the faint trace of perfume on his lover. He squeezed Castiel a little harder, getting a displeased mutter in return. Dean looked at Castiel and huffed when he realized the other man was practically asleep.

Dean was glad Castiel had come find him, though he had been fuming when he had seen him on the beach the first time, trailing after Sam with that stupid pink blanket. Dean couldn't believe Sam had tracked Castiel down just because he couldn't find his brother on his own. The anger had dissipated quickly when he had seen the startled look on Castiel's face. It had been nice to realize that Sam and Castiel actually seemed to get along, and when Dean realized Sam had kept his word and hadn't started to criticize Castiel Dean started wondering why he had really ever even doubted his brother.

"Hey, sleepy head. Time to go home," Dean said gently as he nudged Castiel so that he would wake from the doze he had fallen. Castiel opened his eyes slowly and snuggled closer to Dean, reminding Dean once again how young he was. Dean ran his hand through Castiel's hair and smiled a bit ruefully when he thought about the fact that he was in love with a guy who was younger than his little brother.

"Seriously Cas, we need to go," Dean tried again, and this time Castiel actually got up, with a little help from Dean. Castiel folded the blanket sloppily and started to wander in to the direction of the parking area. Dean shook his head fondly and put his arm around the younger man to help him stay up a little better. Castiel leaned against Dean nuzzled his neck with a content sigh. Dean let himself enjoy the moment, and when they reached the parking area Dean had all but forgotten about Sam, but there he was leaning against the car with an amused grin on his face as he watched Dean practically drag Castiel to the car.

"I talked to Lisa, Jess is apparently fast asleep on the couch. Lisa told me to drive you home, and I don't think it's a good idea to argue with her right now," Sam told Dean in a hushed voice, mindful of Castiel dozing against Dean. Dean frowned and threw an alarmed look at his beloved Impala.

"I'll drive you back here as soon as you wake up if that makes you feel any better," Sam suggested, and Dean nodded reluctantly, he might have been tired but he knew his wife well enough not to go against her wishes at the moment. Sam gave him a relieved smile before turning his attention to Castiel, who might have actually fallen asleep. Dean nudged him gently as Sam opened the back door for him.

"Okay Sleeping Beauty, get in the car," Dean prompted his lover fondly as he maneuvered Castiel to the backseat. Castiel seemed to wake up enough to grab Dean's arm for some reason and yank him hard enough to make him momentarily loose balance and nearly fall over Castiel. Sam snorted somewhere behind Dean while Castiel giggled uncontrollably. Dean had to admit Castiel was pretty adorable in his sleep deprived state. Somehow he managed to get Castiel seated on the backseat, and by the time he and Sam got to their seats Castiel seemed to have fallen back asleep. Dean leaned over to the backseat for long enough to cover Castiel with the blanket he was still clutching in his hands. When he got back to his seat Sam was looking at him with a dopey smile.

"What?" Dean snapped, whispering so that he wouldn't wake Castiel. Sam just continued to stare at his brother with that puppy look on his face.

"Dude, could you be anymore in love?" Sam sounded amazed, and Dean wanted to smack him. He glanced at Castiel to make sure he was still sleeping as he told Sam to just start the car and get him home.

"We need to take Cas home first," Dean told Sam, knowing his brother would understand what he meant. Sam nodded and drove the car toward's Castiel's apartment while Dean dozed against the window, the events of the night finally taking their toll on him. He didn't wake up until Sam stopped the car in front of Castiel's home. Dean thanked Sam and said he'd just make sure Castiel wouldn't fall asleep in the elevator or something similar. He was about to open the door to the backseat when Sam got out of the car. Dean was just about to tell him to wait in the car when Sam interrupted him.

"I know you Dean, you'll do what ever it takes so that you can stay just a bit longer with him, and I'm really sorry but right now you need to go home to your wife, and I want to go to bed. I'll just tag along while you help him," Sam's stern tone left no room for arguments, and Dean knew his brother was right, if he could he would stay with Castiel for the whole morning, since the night had already passed. Dean decided to ignore his brothers presence as he opened the door and coaxed Castiel awake. Castiel made a few complaining noises as he was forced to walk to the door that Sam was already holding open for him and Dean.

"You do realize that I can get to my apartment on my own?" Castiel said while fighting off a yawn, and Dean grinned at him fondly as he propped Castiel against the wall by the elevator.

"Of course you can. It's not like you're gonna fall asleep on the elevator or in the corridors and be found in a few hours by your neighbors. And if you'd by some miracle would actually make it to your apartment you most definitely wouldn't fall asleep by the front door," Dean agreed mockingly, but without any malice. Castiel smiled at him tiredly, and Dean thought Castiel had no right to look as good as he did while being barely awake on his feet. Dean cursed Sam silently for tagging along, since he didn't think it was okay for him to start making out with Castiel in front of his brother, who was in a hurry to get him home to his wife.

The elevator ride up proved to be awkward with Castiel pressing himself against Dean. Sam hadn't said a word since they had gotten inside the building, so Dean glanced at him to see if he could figure out what was going on in his brothers head. Sam was studying his nails with a spaced out expression, and Dean figured he must have been too tired to really care what Dean and Castiel were doing. The elevator came to a sudden stop, and Dean guided Castiel out of it, and if his hand on Castiel's back was little lower than what may have been appropriate then Sam could suck it up, since Cas didn't have complains. Dean checked to see if Sam was actually still following them only to find his brother watching him with an unreadable expression.

Dean let it go for now, concentrating on the feel of Castiel pressed up against him instead. He took the keys Castiel was handing out to him when they reached his front door, and unlocked it. Before Sam could react in any way Dean had already slipped into the apartment, and was helping Castiel out of his jacket. Sam cleared his throat and tappet the watch on his wrist to remind Dean that they couldn't stay for very long. Dean was just about to tell his brother to go screw himself when Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, cutting his train of thought about yelling at his brother.

"I'll manage from here. Now Sam will make sure you get home safely, and you're going to be nice to him because you ruined his date night with Jessica," Castiel stated matter of factly, standing far too close to Dean for his liking, considering the fact that his brother was right there. Castiel didn't seem to care about it, though, since he saw it fit to pull Dean for a languid kiss. Dean momentarily forgot that his brother was standing right next to them. Sam cleared his throat again, and somehow he managed to make it sound like he wasn't really that serious about getting their attention. Dean held out a hand to him to make him give him a second before letting Castiel go.

"Call me later?" Castiel asked sweetly when Dean made a move to leave. Dean promised to do so as soon as he'd wake up, and Sam waved at Castiel, clearly ready to go.

"Good morning to you two. And try to drive safely," Castiel said before the door closed, leaving Dean feeling immediately lonelier. Sam tugged at his sleeve to make him move, and Dean followed him reluctantly to the car. They drove to Dean's house in silence, for which Dean was grateful, he wasn't sure he could handle Sam's opinions at the moment. By the time they reached their destination Dean had fallen back to his miserable mood that Castiel had momentarily driven away.

"For what it's worth, I really like Cas. And I think you two fit together well," Sam said when he parked the car on the driveway of Dean's home. Dean thanked him, unsure of what else to say, and told Sam to get to the passengers side of the car, he'd tell Jessica to come and take him home. Sam nodded and followed Dean's instructions while Dean walked to his front door with a heavy heart. He went to wake Jessica up as soon as he got inside, as a way to avoid facing Lisa right away. Dean could hear her in the kitchen, and after apologizing to Jessica for scaring her and telling her to take her boyfriend home that was where he went.

"This isn't working," Lisa stated when Dean entered the kitchen. Dean frowned at Lisa, unsure of what she was talking about. He had expected her to be mad at him, and maybe yell a little, but not this. Lisa studied him closely, taking all the time she wanted before finally continuing.

"Us. We're not working," she explained neutrally. Dean tensed up, not sure how to react to Lisa's words that held nothing but truth in them. He had been hoping they would have this conversation in the near future, and he had even planned it on the beach, but this was too soon, and Dean was too tired to deal with this right now. Still, he owed it to Lisa to say something.

"I know," he agreed, better to get this quickly out of the way, a bit like ripping off a bandaid. Lisa nodded slowly and sat down on the chair she always kept in the kitchen, Dean was left standing on the doorway all by himself, and the distance between them wasn't only physical at the moment.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I still wish we could get this to work. But you know what? I don't think that'll happen, and I'm tired of pretending that everything's alright when we're out there with our friends, or even in here. And that stunt you pulled today was the last straw. I can't keep doing this. I'm going to Chicago on Monday for four days, there's a conference I want to attend to and my boss will be paying for the trip. When I come back I'll expect you to have sorted yourself out. Figure out if you still want to be married to me or not, because this show has to end!" Lisa's tone told Dean she wasn't going to discuss the matter any further.

Dean thought about his options for a minute, before deciding that if they were going to think about continuing their marriage Lisa deserved to know about him and Castiel. Dean ignored the part of his mind that screamed how bad this idea was, he knew exactly how bad it was, they were both tired and upset, and he was about to tell his wife he'd been sleeping with another guy. Dean opened his mouth to come clean to his wife before he lost his sudden rush of courage, but Lisa raised her hand to silence him.

"Don't say a word. No matter what it is, I don't want to hear it right now. I'm literally too tired to deal with it right now," she explained her actions, and Dean fell silent even though he knew he might not be able to tell the truth to Lisa on another occasion. Dean's heart broke hearing Lisa so exhausted, knowing it was completely his fault.

"I'll take the couch," Dean offered and tried to smile, failing miserably. There was nothing to do anymore, except wait until Lisa felt ready to sit down and listen to what Dean had to say.

A/N : Facts about this chapter

1) Dean getting Sam a barbie for Chritmas is from A Very Supernatural Christmas (03x08)

2) When Michael Moore interviewed Marilyn Manson for his Bowling For Columbine documentary he asked Manson what he would have said to the students at Columbine. Manson replied, "I wouldn't say a single word to them. I would listen to what they have to say and that's what no one did." This is one of the wisest thing I have ever heard anyone say.

3) Dean putting Nair in Sam's shampoo is from Hell House (01x17)

4) Staying up for 20-25 hours can, at best, resemble a 1‰ blood-alcohol content, making you act like you're drunk. It's actually not as much fun as it sounds.