AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Dedicated to Sequoya.

This chapter is where the banter and fun really begins and I hope you'll all enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Sex, Innuendo, Dirty Thoughts, Language, Humor

ENJOY!

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Brooke didn't know how she felt about being on a boat for a week, but she was headed to her room anyway, running into a tall, handsome stranger. Dean smiled as he ran into the woman and immediately smirked, raking his eyes up and down her form. She knew exactly what he was doing and so she rolled her eyes and looked at him as she tried to pick up her suitcase.

"And who might you be?" Dean asked her with that grin on his face.

Brooke laughed a little. "Someone who's not interested."

"You look familiar…"

"If you're going to pull a, 'you've been running through my mind' or 'I've seen you in my dreams' pick-up line, you can keep walking."

Dean chuckled at that and helped her with her suitcase, Brooke protesting a little bit at first, but letting him grab her suitcase and carry it toward her suite. She was going to enjoy herself and she hoped that didn't mean having to fend off all of Dean's advances the whole week. Then again, he had yet to hit on her because she was Brooke Davis so that was kind of nice.

"I hope you're not expecting to get lucky," Brooke said as she took the suitcase from him and went to put it next to her bed. "Also, don't make yourself comfortable."

Dean laughed and nodded. "Someone has a boyfriend back home."

"Someone's very perceptive."

"That was actually just a guess—it was that or you're a rich crank on this cruise."

"Or I hate being hit on by guys who think too highly of themselves."

"Touché, Miss Davis."

"So you do know who I am," Brooke laughed a little bit as he gave her a look and pointed to the couch. "Have a seat but don't over-use the mini bar."

Dean nodded and poured himself some scotch, pouring Brooke one too when she smiled at him and started to unpack a little bit. He didn't know why she was letting him stay here and she didn't know why she was just going about her business with him there, but he seemed like a harmless enough guy despite trying to immediately pick her up. Still, she laughed a bit and put up a picture of her and Lucas on the bedside table and then went to sit on the couch, drinking her scotch on the rocks and then looking at Dean, eyes raking over him as she tried to figure him out.

"Let me guess—you're here because you're coasting along." Brooke said with a gentle nod.

Dean laughed a little bit. "I don't think we know each other well enough for me to tell you that."

"And we won't know each other well enough," she told him as she laughed a bit and shrugged. "I have dinner open though. Perhaps you can change my mind about associating with you."

When she playfully winked at him, Dean was a little taken back, but Brooke wasn't at all. She needed to have someone to talk to on this cruise and she figured that he'd at least be attentive because he wanted to get into her pants so he would be good conversation and she liked verbally sparring with people. So she set the glass down and leaned forward a little bit as he grinned at her, trying to turn up the charm a little with her.

Dean Winchester never lost a conquest.

"Dinner just leaves us open to more," Dean said with a smile.

Brooke shrugged a little bit. "You can play the game, but you won't win. Brooke Davis."

"Dean Winchester," Dean said shaking her outstretched hand and lingering holding onto it.

"Winchester…well, dinner is open."

"Done. I warn you though, Davis—I always win."

Note: Yeah, they are so adorable it's not even funny. Next chapter is some dinner, some banter and some UST, as well as some Naley and some Lucas back on the land. Feedback is always appreciated!