Summary: Crowley may be a demon, but he has a weakness by the name of Brooke Harvelle, and no matter how much the pair think they hate each other, they can't stop seeing each other. Brooke just prays no-one finds out. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Brooke Jayden Harvelle. I don't own the lyrics used at the beginning of the first chapter.

A/N: This is a post!Apocalypse fic, and Jo and Ellen didn't die, Sam didn't go to Hell and Gabriel didn't die either. Lucifer's back in the Pit where he belongs, but Brooke and Crowley's relationship goes back to 5x10.

The title came from Megan McCauley's absolutely awesome song, Die For You, which got this fic swirling around in my head.

Hope you enjoy!

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I Hate You 'Cause I Want Nothing Else

-One-

Your fear...it moves me.
Your weakness I taste.
I breathe you, but I hate you
You course through my veins...

And now you want me, you love me
And I hate myself.
I need you, but I hate you
'Cause I want nothing else...

Brooke hugged her baby sister tight, Jo sobbing into her shoulder with relief over the fact that the Apocalypse was in fact merely an almost-Apocalypse and that everyone, including Crowley, got out okay. Brooke would never admit it, but the fact that Crowley got out okay was the next biggest relief to her family's survival. She looked over at the demon who was gazing at her, nodding at him as he nodded back. She'd be seeing him later, probably for an argument about something. They'd pick anything to argue about, as long as it got them angry enough to fuck each other senseless and then walking away able to use the excuse that it was a release of anger.

The older Harvelle child was rather like Jo in looks, with Ellen's hair colour. She had Ellen's protective streak but Jo's shared determination and willingness to help. She could drink countless men under the table and the girl had one hell of a punch on her, an itchy trigger finger and was one of the best hunters ever born, all because of Sam and Dean. Ellen had let her go hunting with the Winchesters all the time, but not Jo, which Jo had always held against Brooke, playing the favouritism card.

But Brooke had never been able to work the bar like Jo, and had always had a weakness who worked in the back room. She and Ash used to be at it like rabbits and it didn't help Ellen any. Jo was repulsed by Ash, so there was no worry there and besides, in all honesty, Brooke belonged on the road hunting. She was an awesome hunter, and she was well known for how good she was, as the Winchesters were.

"Love you, Jo Beth." Brooke whispered, kissing Jo's cheek.

"Love you too, Brooke Jay."

The sisters always found it funny how their first and middle names were the opposite way round to each others, wondering if it was an intentional thing by their mother or just an accident. In all honesty, they'd never found the time to ask. Suddenly, both girls were embraced by their mother, the woman in tears as she held her girls in her arms.

"Oh, my babies! You're okay!" Ellen cried, "My girls, you're okay!"

"We're fine, Mom." Brooke said, "I swear."

Brooke looked back to where Crowley had been to find him gone.

That night, Brooke felt the air change in her motel room and she chuckled, turning to see Crowley standing there with a smirk on his face.

"Not bad." He said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall, "Not bad at all."

"What are you talking about?" Brooke asked.

"That fight with Lucifer." Crowley replied, "It impressed me a little, the way you shot him as a distraction."

"If you're here to mock me, don't bother." Brooke replied, "I'm not in the mood for it so just go away."

"Oh, darling, I've not even started." Crowley said, "I'll make you scream tonight, Brooke."

"You wouldn't dare." Brooke replied, "My family and friends are all around us, you really think that I'm gonna scream when they're so close by?"

"I wouldn't worry yourself, they won't wake up no matter how much noise we make." Crowley told her, "They aren't going to wake up until eight-thirty tomorrow morning, having not been disturbed all night."

"You bastard." Brooke growled, "You keep your goddamn hands off of my family!"

"Come off it, sweetheart." Crowley snapped, "You're grateful deep down inside that sexy body of yours."

Brooke slammed her shotgun down on the table and marched over to the demon, pressing so close to him that their chests were touching, the pair of them almost nose to nose.

"I would never be grateful for a demon putting his hands on my family." Brooke hissed, the pair of them just staring at each other before their lips were crushed together.

Hands grabbed and clutched at clothing and hair, teeth biting and tongues mingling as Crowley pushed Brooke onto the bed, pinning her hands down and ravaging her neck and chest with kisses.

"You're going to scream some tonight, my girl." He told her, bringing her hands together and holding them down while he pulled his tie over his head, using his teeth to pull one glove off and then the other, "You're going to be begging me to stop by the time I'm done."

"Bring it, bastard." Brooke bit, Crowley kissing her again and rocking his hips against hers.

They looked at each other, Brooke almost beginning to cry for the relief of him being alive before he kissed her again, letting her move against the pillows before their twisted passion play began, insults and roughness there all the way through until the two just held each other through their high, hard kisses being shared as they came down.

Crowley had made Brooke scream that night, and after it all, he just pulled out of her, laying beside her to catch his breath. He climbed back on top of her, kissing her deeply once more before they nuzzled foreheads as one desperate attempt to make something tender out of this, the demon smirking as he pinned her wrists down.

"I'll see you again."

"Can't wait." Brooke replied saracastically, Crowley getting up and clicking his fingers to get dressed, and then turning, leaving Brooke alone in a messy motel bed.

And that was how Brooke and Crowley lived in their bizarre relationship:

Arguments to kissing, kissing to fucking and finally, abandonment.

In short, their relationship was screwed up and goddamn twisted, but through that hate that the pair showed each other, love burned in between. The hate was a way to cover it up and neither human or demon were brave enough to admit that they were truly, madly, deeply, passionately, insanely in love with the other.

Brooke curled in on herself, covering her bare body with the sheets and drifting off to sleep, one tear falling down her face as she did. If her family knew...good God, what would they think of her if they knew? She hoped and she prayed they'd never find out.

-TBC-

Hope you enjoyed!

I'm gonna have fun writing this one, I think!

Thanks for reading!

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