Summary: Sam and Dean head for the horizon. Twelfth in my 'Evil Is As Evil Does' sequence. AU Wincest

Evil Is A Long Drive by frostygossamer

PoV: Dean Winchester, son of John, protector of Sam, killer

Yet another night driving through the dark, no destination in mind, just laying down mileage between us and where we came from.

Sam is dozing where he's supposed to be, beside me, floppy head lolling against the window. Behind that puppy-dog face, I wonder what's going on in that overgrown kid's brain of his.

I glance over to him. "You OK?"

He grunts sleepily.

PoV: Sam Winchester, lover of Dean, patricide, desperado

Dean thinks I'm sleeping, but I'm just thinking with my eyes shut. Thinking about me and him.

You know that all this, the hunting and the saving, I only do all this for Dean. It's nothing to do with Dad and his life's work. Nothing at all. It never was. You see, Dean loves it. He loves it because he really believes that, if he's killing evil things and saving innocents, then it somehow will make up for what he's done, just a little. The way he caved so easy, when I first came on to him all those years ago, Dad's death, Bobby's death, Rufus and all the others.

I do this for Dean, because I live for the romantic moments when I can make Dean feel like it's all OK. That it was just a natural thing, what with the way we grew up and all. And, well, he's just taking care of his little brother, in his own way, damn good care. That I can't deny.

Also I can't deny that I love to curl up with my big bad brother, knowing that his heart is shattered, and knowing that his shattered heart is all mine. Always was, always will be.

Soon as we find ourselves a motel, I'll do a little something to mend that heart of his. There's not much that a long make-out and a slow fuck won't put right.

And my heart?

Well, even Dad knew my heart was tainted.

PoV: Dean Winchester, son of John, protector of Sam, killer

Yeah, I know he's a sick puppy. I also know I wouldn't exist without him. Or want to.

"You know what?", I ask, squeezing his knee.

"What?", he stirs, groggily.

"You love me"

He chuckles and sits up, straightening his shirt, dragging his fingers through his overlong hair, making me wait.

Then he says it, "Ditto", and he grins.

God, I live for that goofy grin.

The Impala reaches the top of the hill, and there it is in front of us, the horizon. It's always there beckoning us on. Well, maybe there is 'something final' waiting for us out there, but I need to know what it is. So I floor it and leave nothing behind but exhaust fumes.

And that's it.

The End

A/N: That's it for Sam and Dean, but there's one last episode I kept for the end of this sequence (just had to do thirteen)