A Little Piece of Awesome [HIMYM/Supernatural crossover, Teen]
Title: A Little Piece of Awesome
Author: lil_kaylee_frye
Pairings/Characters: Barney/Dean, Ted, Marshall, Lily, Robin, mentions of Sam
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1, 210
Summary: Sequel to "Demons and Suits." Before Dean dies, he goes to visit Barney. Contains slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or How I Met Your Mother.
Author's Note: This takes place near the end of Season 3 of Supernatural and Season 3 of How I Met Your Mother
Dean tugged anxiously on the collar of his unfamiliar attire. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing. He practically lived in his khaki jacket and jeans, so to be wearing this was something of an experience. Yes, that’s right, ladies and gentlemen, Dean Winchester was wearing a suit; a rather nice one actually of a dark blue colour that complimented the red necktie Sam had helped him pick out to go along with it.
His brother knew why he was here; he just didn’t comprehend why he was going to so much effort for a man he’d only met once before. But then again, Sam had never met Barney Stinson. Dean, however, had, which is what brought him to New York in the dwindling weeks before his death - he needed to say goodbye.
He had gone to MacLaren’s bar first, only to find it void of Barney’s very noticeable presence, but the barman - Carl, Dean thought someone say his name was - told him that he would probably be up in Ted Mosby’s apartment, even giving him directions to his destination. So, there Dean stood, concentrating on merely inhaling and exhaling as he prepared himself to knock on the door to the apartment.
It infuriated him, the fact that he was so nervous. He had faced demons and prevented apocalypses, how was this more frightening than any of that?! He curled his fingers into a fist - his frustration growing when he discovered his palms were sweating - and rapped the door with his knuckles. A few moments later, a man with brown eyes and dark, ridiculously gelled hair opened the door.
“Yeah, hey, I’m Dean… I’m looking for Barney Stinson?” he asked, arching a questioning eyebrow.
However, the words had barely left his lips when an enthused cry of “Dean!” reverberated through the apartment followed by a thud as Barney threw himself over the back of the couch in his desperation to reach the door. There was a scuffling sound as Barney hastened to pick himself up before sauntering over to the door, trying to look the sheer definition of casual.
“Hey, Dean,” he said, with a grin, “These are my friends,” he gestured behind him at the group of four sitting on the couches, totally engrossed by what looked to be Legally Blonde on the television.
There was an apathetic mumble of welcome and vague waves were given from the group, but they didn’t turn to face Dean, their attentions still focused on the television screen. Barney’s brow furrow in confusion, he somewhat embarrassed by his friends’ less than enthusiastic greetings.
“Let’s go out in the hall,” he suggested, ushering Dean out and following him before he shut the door to the apartment securely behind them, “First of all, you suited up!” he beamed as he held his hand up for a high-five which Dean accepted, “Second of all, what up, bro?! What brings you back to New York? Have you rethought what an awesome opportunity it would be to be my wingman?”
“I’m gonna still say no to that last one Barney, but I am actually back in New York to see you,” Dean admitted, a corner of his mouth pulling up in a half-smile.
“As you should. I mean, come on, very few people get to bask in my awesomeness but once they do they just keep coming back for more,” Barney said with an air of reverence, nodding knowledgeably at Dean.
“Actually, Barney, I’m kind of,” Dean rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably “… dying,” he confessed which prompted the smile to fade from Barney’s features and his expression to turn sombre.
“From what? Syphilis? Gonorrhoea? AIDs?” Barney asked, a concerned lilt edging his tone even as he took a step away from his friend.
“It’s not so much a medical thing as it is a demon thing,” Dean replied, laughing slightly at Barney’s reaction, “See, a year ago I made this deal with a crossroads demon to resurrect my brother, Sammy, and she gave me a year to live before I die. I’m not exactly sure how it’ll happen, all I know is it won’t be happy, fun times.”
“How long do you have left?”
“A couple of weeks maximum.”
“And you’re in the city for how long? I mean, we can go get that drink in MacLaren’s and play ‘Haaaaaaave you met Dean?’ and I can show you the tailors were I get my suits specially made,” Barney rambled, grief suddenly making it very difficult to be articulate.
“As fun as that sounds, I’m only in the city for the one night, Barney,” Dean said with an apologetic smile, “I only really came to see you and say goodbye. As soon as I’m done here, me and Sammy are hitting the road again.”
“What? No!” Barney protested vehemently, even going as far as to stamp his foot angrily on the floor.
“Sorry, buddy,” Dean replied quietly, putting a consoling hand on his shoulder.
Barney studied Dean for a long moment, not saying anything, which was a rarity for him. And then, quite suddenly, he seized Dean by the lapels of the suit he had so handily worn for their meeting and brought him into a fiery, passionate kiss. Initially caught off-guard, Dean with surprising haste grew comfortable, even putting a hand on either side of Barney’s neck, holding him in place as Barney still clung to the lapels of Dean’s suit, kissing him fiercely. Dean gave a little ecstatic moan into Barney’s mouth as the blond-haired man bit down gently on his bottom lip as they reluctantly broke, or rather stumbled, apart.
“Just a little piece of awesome to take with you into the afterlife,” Barney explained, relishing the fact that Dean’s taste still clung to his lips, “I’m gonna miss you, Dean Winchester. If you go to Heaven, make sure you put in a good word for me, but if you go to Hell, try not to mention my name at all,” he rasped.
“Will do,” Dean nodded in compliance, the smell of Barney’s undoubtedly expensive cologne filling his nostrils, “And… I’m gonna miss you too, Barney Stinson,” he whispered, pausing once to plant a kiss on the other man’s forehead, before he turned and strode off and out of Barney’s life.
Barney felt a sad smile tug on the corners of his lips as he turned back to Ted’s apartment and quite suddenly wrenched the door open. Ted, Marshall, Lily and Robin all stumbled backwards, they having obviously been spying on him and Dean through the peephole on the back of the door. Each one of them were wearing delighted smiles, they seemingly unable to pick up the sad edge that Barney’s possessed.
“So, what are you now? Gay or bi or…?” Ted asked, with a grin.
“Let me see, Theodore Vivien Mosby,” Barney said thoughtfully, shoving his hands into his jacket’s pockets, the sadness ebbing away as he lapsed back into his old self, telling himself that it is what Dean would have wanted - for him to be awesome, “How many men have you kissed?”
“None,” Ted answered, confused by Barney’s logic.
“Well, that means that I’ve kissed more guys and more girls than you,” Barney said with a delighted smirk, “I mean, come on, aren’t I just awesome?”
Author: lil_kaylee_frye
Pairings/Characters: Barney/Dean, Ted, Marshall, Lily, Robin, mentions of Sam
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1, 210
Summary: Sequel to "Demons and Suits." Before Dean dies, he goes to visit Barney. Contains slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or How I Met Your Mother.
Author's Note: This takes place near the end of Season 3 of Supernatural and Season 3 of How I Met Your Mother
Dean tugged anxiously on the collar of his unfamiliar attire. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing. He practically lived in his khaki jacket and jeans, so to be wearing this was something of an experience. Yes, that’s right, ladies and gentlemen, Dean Winchester was wearing a suit; a rather nice one actually of a dark blue colour that complimented the red necktie Sam had helped him pick out to go along with it.
His brother knew why he was here; he just didn’t comprehend why he was going to so much effort for a man he’d only met once before. But then again, Sam had never met Barney Stinson. Dean, however, had, which is what brought him to New York in the dwindling weeks before his death - he needed to say goodbye.
He had gone to MacLaren’s bar first, only to find it void of Barney’s very noticeable presence, but the barman - Carl, Dean thought someone say his name was - told him that he would probably be up in Ted Mosby’s apartment, even giving him directions to his destination. So, there Dean stood, concentrating on merely inhaling and exhaling as he prepared himself to knock on the door to the apartment.
It infuriated him, the fact that he was so nervous. He had faced demons and prevented apocalypses, how was this more frightening than any of that?! He curled his fingers into a fist - his frustration growing when he discovered his palms were sweating - and rapped the door with his knuckles. A few moments later, a man with brown eyes and dark, ridiculously gelled hair opened the door.
“Yeah, hey, I’m Dean… I’m looking for Barney Stinson?” he asked, arching a questioning eyebrow.
However, the words had barely left his lips when an enthused cry of “Dean!” reverberated through the apartment followed by a thud as Barney threw himself over the back of the couch in his desperation to reach the door. There was a scuffling sound as Barney hastened to pick himself up before sauntering over to the door, trying to look the sheer definition of casual.
“Hey, Dean,” he said, with a grin, “These are my friends,” he gestured behind him at the group of four sitting on the couches, totally engrossed by what looked to be Legally Blonde on the television.
There was an apathetic mumble of welcome and vague waves were given from the group, but they didn’t turn to face Dean, their attentions still focused on the television screen. Barney’s brow furrow in confusion, he somewhat embarrassed by his friends’ less than enthusiastic greetings.
“Let’s go out in the hall,” he suggested, ushering Dean out and following him before he shut the door to the apartment securely behind them, “First of all, you suited up!” he beamed as he held his hand up for a high-five which Dean accepted, “Second of all, what up, bro?! What brings you back to New York? Have you rethought what an awesome opportunity it would be to be my wingman?”
“I’m gonna still say no to that last one Barney, but I am actually back in New York to see you,” Dean admitted, a corner of his mouth pulling up in a half-smile.
“As you should. I mean, come on, very few people get to bask in my awesomeness but once they do they just keep coming back for more,” Barney said with an air of reverence, nodding knowledgeably at Dean.
“Actually, Barney, I’m kind of,” Dean rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably “… dying,” he confessed which prompted the smile to fade from Barney’s features and his expression to turn sombre.
“From what? Syphilis? Gonorrhoea? AIDs?” Barney asked, a concerned lilt edging his tone even as he took a step away from his friend.
“It’s not so much a medical thing as it is a demon thing,” Dean replied, laughing slightly at Barney’s reaction, “See, a year ago I made this deal with a crossroads demon to resurrect my brother, Sammy, and she gave me a year to live before I die. I’m not exactly sure how it’ll happen, all I know is it won’t be happy, fun times.”
“How long do you have left?”
“A couple of weeks maximum.”
“And you’re in the city for how long? I mean, we can go get that drink in MacLaren’s and play ‘Haaaaaaave you met Dean?’ and I can show you the tailors were I get my suits specially made,” Barney rambled, grief suddenly making it very difficult to be articulate.
“As fun as that sounds, I’m only in the city for the one night, Barney,” Dean said with an apologetic smile, “I only really came to see you and say goodbye. As soon as I’m done here, me and Sammy are hitting the road again.”
“What? No!” Barney protested vehemently, even going as far as to stamp his foot angrily on the floor.
“Sorry, buddy,” Dean replied quietly, putting a consoling hand on his shoulder.
Barney studied Dean for a long moment, not saying anything, which was a rarity for him. And then, quite suddenly, he seized Dean by the lapels of the suit he had so handily worn for their meeting and brought him into a fiery, passionate kiss. Initially caught off-guard, Dean with surprising haste grew comfortable, even putting a hand on either side of Barney’s neck, holding him in place as Barney still clung to the lapels of Dean’s suit, kissing him fiercely. Dean gave a little ecstatic moan into Barney’s mouth as the blond-haired man bit down gently on his bottom lip as they reluctantly broke, or rather stumbled, apart.
“Just a little piece of awesome to take with you into the afterlife,” Barney explained, relishing the fact that Dean’s taste still clung to his lips, “I’m gonna miss you, Dean Winchester. If you go to Heaven, make sure you put in a good word for me, but if you go to Hell, try not to mention my name at all,” he rasped.
“Will do,” Dean nodded in compliance, the smell of Barney’s undoubtedly expensive cologne filling his nostrils, “And… I’m gonna miss you too, Barney Stinson,” he whispered, pausing once to plant a kiss on the other man’s forehead, before he turned and strode off and out of Barney’s life.
Barney felt a sad smile tug on the corners of his lips as he turned back to Ted’s apartment and quite suddenly wrenched the door open. Ted, Marshall, Lily and Robin all stumbled backwards, they having obviously been spying on him and Dean through the peephole on the back of the door. Each one of them were wearing delighted smiles, they seemingly unable to pick up the sad edge that Barney’s possessed.
“So, what are you now? Gay or bi or…?” Ted asked, with a grin.
“Let me see, Theodore Vivien Mosby,” Barney said thoughtfully, shoving his hands into his jacket’s pockets, the sadness ebbing away as he lapsed back into his old self, telling himself that it is what Dean would have wanted - for him to be awesome, “How many men have you kissed?”
“None,” Ted answered, confused by Barney’s logic.
“Well, that means that I’ve kissed more guys and more girls than you,” Barney said with a delighted smirk, “I mean, come on, aren’t I just awesome?”