A/N: HEYYYY GUYS. I am so shocked at the lack of HIMYM and Supernatural fics. Seriously Barney and Dean are so similar, Marshall is a believer. It could work, so well. So here is my shot at it, this is just the first chapter, i know i should be updating my other stories, but people who have read my other stuff know once i have an idea, it will not get out my head until i've wrote it.

Sorry for the wafffllleeee. I hope you enjoy and it would mean a lot if you review, please, just a tiny review. I would be Legen...wait for it, except for Ted because he is the blitz...dary. Legendary.

Oh, information for the story. Marshall and Lilly are married but do not have Marvin (he's so cute, but it'll be easier to write without him) Barney and Quinn are still engaged and are happy. Ted and Robin are both single.

Ted met the Winchesters in the past at Truman High (the flashbacks in After school special) Also i added just a random story of Ted and the Ghost just so the brothers could help him, somehow. I hope that clears everything.

Enjoy, my darlings. Enjoy.

~Lovelife xoxox

Ted Mosby:The Hunter.

The Architect. The Hunter.

Ted had never been lucky in relationships, they had never lasted. Some were not lucky for commitment, some were threatened of him being friends with his ex and some just leave him at the altar having ran of with their ex. Maybe they were the reasons his friends seen and yes maybe they did factor into the problem but most of all, He was the problem. See, he had a secret, a double life if you wish to say. By day he was an architect professor, he would sit at the bar with his friends, watching as Marshall and Lily were the perfect couple and as Barney and Quinn planned their wedding. Robin would be flirting with every guy that gave her attention because she was the most beautiful girl in the bar, and himself, well he would be laughing at their jokes, high fiving them, complaining about his love life but in his head, he would be planning tonight, planning his hunt.

And that was why his relationships never worked out. Every night he would fall asleep with his current girlfriend wrapped in his arms, head on his chest. He would breath in the sweet smell of her hair and place a gentle kiss to her head. Then he would leave, he would venture out into his other life, a life where he wasn't a architect but a Hunter. And he would hunt, Vampires, Demons, Werewolves, Ghosts, Zombies, Reapers and Hell he had even hunted Fairies. He would spend the night saving people, hunting things, just like he was trained to had been hunting since he was eighteen years old, he was first introduced to the supernatural world back when he was seventeen in Truman High, where he had met Dean Winchester who was only a year older than him, he saved him from some pissed off Ghost and well then he wanted to be able to defend himself, so John Winchester trained him for a year then he became a good enough hunter to meet Johns standards and the Winchesters became his extended family. He hunted monsters that his friends didn't even know about, keeping them safe from the night.

They didn't know but he had discreetly lined their apartments with salt, snuck some protection hex bags into their belongings, and managed to engrave the anti-possession sigill into something that they always wear. Anything to keep them safe.

Anything.

And if that meant lying to them, well then so be it.

Then after his nights hunt he would come home, have less than two hours sleep and be up before his girlfriend to wash the blood and dirt out of the same clothes he wore every night.

Then that brought up questions from his girlfriends.

Doubts,

Broken trust,

Accusations.

Karen didn't really notice in college, not like she really cared, she was too busy screwing every guy on the campus. Sure he had taken her back but it was easier if he pretended to be weak, vulnerable Ted Mosby who was delusional with the idea of Love.

Victoria had accused him of cheating, more than once. They had screamed about it more times than he can remember, the lack of trust ended that relationship.

Robin thought he was a member of some Mafia or something as she saw blood once on his clothes. He had denied it, of course, saying he wasn't hiding anything. Yet she stilled believe he was hiding something from her, Lies destroyed that relationship.

Stella. See yes Stella was still in love with her ex but Ted had pushed her away. She had caught him more than once sneaking out of bed, she loved him but she didn't trust him. So she left him at the altar for another man who she knew she could trust and knew he wasn't hiding anything from her.

Trust.

If only they knew what he was doing every night.

So thats where he was now, five am in the morning stitching the fresh bullet wound to his shoulder, having just exorcised a Demon, why the hell a demon was carrying a gun he will never know. Talk about flowing with the centuries. He winced as he rotated his shoulder, and glanced down as he heard his phone vibrate.

Mosby! We're headed up your way, be there by sundown. Meet you at that pub.

-D.W.

Thanks for reading, my pets. Thank you. xxx