AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story is full of angst, hate, drama, etc. I was making a mix tape today and listening to the songs inspired me with this idea. Basically, Brooke/Dean hate each other but hook up. Enemies with benefits, I guess. I'm going to make Brooke a hunter in this story so they'll have more of a background story on why they hate each other, which I have not figured out quite yet. Anyway, they sleep together a lot, blah blah blah blah, fight, and then they slowwwwly start to fall for each other, but neither will admit it for the longest time. And Brooke's parents are rich and control her life (like in the show) and their families get in the way of them opening up to each other. (This idea coming from the song Asshole Father by Sick Puppies. Amazing band, check 'em out!)

Title is from the song 'Photographs and Gasoline' by Framing Hanley.

The stench of beer was heavy on his breath as he leaned in close to her face, lips only an inch apart. His hands roamed her body greedily and Brooke tried to ignore the screaming thoughts in her head; just focusing on the pleasure.

She needed the pleasure; as a distraction. It was more important than the hatred she had for Dean fucking Winchester. Even though her hate boiled in her stomach and raced through her veins, she didn't care. She was drunk... or at least, partly.

Brooke made a soft noise in the back of her throat and took his face in her hands, roughly kissing him. She hitched a leg around his waist and smiled at his content groan as she moved her hips in a circular motion. Just think of the pleasure, the great fuck, Brooke thought to herself bitterly, Don't think of Dean. Think of someone else... that hot actor who winked at you last Saturday! Yes, think of him..

Dean gripped her hips tightly and pulled her close against him, pulling back from the hungry kiss. He moved his lips to her neck and kissed the skin, biting down. He didn't worry about being gentle; but he was nice enough to not draw blood, enjoying the surprised, aroused gasp from the brunette in front of him.

The two landed back on the cheap motel bed, clawing and biting and kissing each other with a fiery, hated passion. Ignoring each other was easy, thinking of someone else was easy. All they needed from each other was great, drunken sex. They relied on each other for the benefit; nothing else.

He woke up the next morning; the clock on the wall reading exactly 4am. With a groan from his pounding hangover, Dean pushed the sleeping brunette off of him and got up.

"Wake up and get out, princess," he said as he got an aspirin and a glass of water, slamming the bathroom door shut, just in time to see Brooke jump at the sound.

"Thanks for the awakening, asshole," Brooke muttered, starting to gather her clothes. She looked around the messy motel room for her bra and high heels, a frustrated huff coming from her lips.

"Looking for this?" Dean asked from the doorframe of the bathroom, swinging her pink bra between two fingers and smirking darkly as she snatched it from him. "Your shoes are under the bed."

Brooke rolled her eyes as she slipped her clothes on. "So goddamn helpful."

"Didn't I say get out?"

"I'm going," she hissed. "Oh, and just to let you know, you sucked last night. Don't drink so much."

"That's not what you said when you were screaming in pure ecstasy," Dean mocked, stepping closer to her. "'Oooh, Dean, right there! Oh my.. Dean!'"

Brooke pursed her lips and resisted the urge to lash out at him. "I don't sound like that," she shot over her shoulder as she reached the door.

"Whatever gets you through the night," Dean mumbled as the door shut and collapsed on the bed, not bothering to put on a shirt. His head still ahced, but mostly because of the thoughts running through his head. He should've stopped this the first night it happened, a few weeks after Brooke betrayed him.

But he didn't, and now, they were each other's sex toys. Brooke was bad news, he knew that. Of course, Sammy thought she was a pure angel. Sammy loved Brooke like a little sister and gave Dean shit for taking advantage of her.

His own brother didn't even believe him; but instead, the lying skank.

Short and not that good, I know. I have an awesome chapter planned out for tomorrow though! But for now, I'm off to bed. Hope you enjoyed this! Night.(;