AUTHOR'S NOTE:

More angst! Thank you all for the subs, favorites, and reviews! I'm still not exactly clear on WHAT Brooke did to make Dean hate her so much, so please, at the end of this chapter, give me a few ideas! Thanks and enjoy! (:

He watched her from where he sat on the hood of the Impala, a beer pressed to his lips as his eyes stared on blankly. The brunette was talking with Sam with a carefree smile, those irrestible dimples teasing him. That was one thing he hated about her. Her dimples made her seem so innocent. But Dean knew she wasn't. She might as well have been a demon from the day she was born.

There was nothing innocent about Brooke as far as he was concerned. But her beauty made everyone think so and bow before her. She used that against Dean sometimes, flaunting her popularity to piss him off and build up his rage inside of him. He didn't know if she did it just to irk him or if it was because the more hate, the greater sex. Whatever it was, it worked with both options and the latter choice, he could agree with. The more they hated each other, the greater the benefit and pleasure; something both of them liked.

A lot.

Brooke looked over at him for a moment, the look in her eyes unreadable. She gave subtle smile - Dean, again, unable to detect the emotion behind it. Though, he was pretty sure it was deceit; slyness. As usaul. The only time she ever showerd a geniune smile towards him was before their fallout, when Sam was there, and during sex. Dean kept his eyes on him as she turned her head away and picked up her conversation with Sam again.

Dean still shook his head at his little brother, still blinded by the Brooke they used to knew. The sweet brunette behind the red door in the big white house. Everything the older Winchester said was now a lie.

And everything Davis said was the truth.

"Sammy!" Brooke shrieked, gasping in surprise. "You're so mean!"

Sam laughed. "It's just a little water, no big deal," he said with a playful wink.

"But it's cold!"

The younger Winchester set down the hose and chuckled at Brooke's pout. "I'm sorry."

Brooke narrowed her eyes. "Liar."

Dean rolled his eyes at the two as he walked over, tossing his beer bottle in the trash. He ignored Brooke shooting him a look as he shoved his hands in his pocket impatiently. "Sooo, Sam, can we go now?"

"Yeah, I guess," Sam replied with a small sigh, wrapping the brunette in a hug. "See ya later, Brookie."

As Dean turned around to leave, Brooke touched his arm. He raised an eyebrow as he twisted back around, meeting her hazel eyes. "Yes?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass? Don't want your little brother to end up hating you as much as everyone else?"

"At least I'm not some stuck-up, aboanded little whore," Dean snarled, eyeing her. "Thankfully, you're not a bitch in bed."

Brooke smirked darkly. "Oh? I thought I wasn't your type.. I'm not inflatable," she shot back and let go of his arm, walking back to her own car.

Dean watched her go for a few, long moments, his eyes focused on the sway of her hips. Shaking his head, he glared after her silhouette before stalking back to the Impala.

"Dean," Sam warned as he slid into the driver's seat but he just shook his head, ignoring him. Sam couldn't say anything; he didn't know what happened.

He didn't know anything that had happened.

And if he did, Brooke would have two Winchester's on her ass, instead of one.

Sorry it's so short and a little boring! I promise it'll get better!(: