a/n: this chapter is a cross over with HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER. Just as in the chapter Home Base; there was a mention of Ted Mosby - they're the same person. SPN/HIMYM.

One Years Later:

Dean Winchester: 26 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 21 years-old.

Ted Mosby: 21 years-old

Puzzle Piece:

OLD AQUANTENCE

Jasmine walked into a bar called MacLaren's with her head down. She paused just inside the door as she sent a text Dean to where she was she was. Stowing her cell her Jean pocket, she quickly scanned the bar for an empty seat; the place was pretty crowded but there was a table open near the middle of the room. It was the ideal place, Dean had always drilled into her head to put your back against the wall. Find all of the exits and access any danger in the room. She found both of the exits and no one seemed threatening; nobody even glanced her way when she walked in. There was only so much time that someone could spend in a stuffy, motel room.

Making up her mind, Jasmine quickly claimed the table. She took the seat that in front of a column, so at least her back was against something solid. And set down her bag on the other chair beside her, not really wanting to set it on the floor and having it in the chair kept it in view - there was the small chance that someone might try to snatch it, it was New York after all.

She was there about an a full minute before a waitress came by and took her order; a burger and a beer. Jasmine was never a big fan of beer, but this was a bar and over the short years she had been drinking, Jasmine had kind of gotten used to the taste. And what she thought it tasted like cool-aid without any sugar; she suppressed a gag as she retrieved the laptop from her bag. Her beer arrived first and she took a small sip as she booted up her computer.

Her and Dean were in New York on a case; at the Goliath National Bank or GNB for sort, there was a series of suicides and, after doing some research they had found that the same thing had happened years before. Work was hard to find in New York, it had been for a while and she and dean couldn't be FBI agents investigating a murder be cause they were suicides. So they had to find a way to sneak in and do some investigating.

Jasmine closed the laptop and shoved it in her bag as the Waitress placed a juicy looking burger on her table; jasmine said her thanks. The burger was huge and thick, but not in the bad way; the patty looked thick and juicy, adding the bun, tomato, lettuce ketchup and everything else - it was like the figgin' holy grail of hamburgers. She had to pick it up with two hands or the whole thing would just fall apart; she took a huge bite. Jasmine was a pig when she ate at the best of times, probably as big as Dean was when he ate; but with the size of the burger . . .

The bite filled her mouth and because the burger was so big, when she bit into it, the contents slid back wards. She quickly chewed and set the burger back down as she felt the warmness trailing down her chest. As the drip that fell on her chest slowly started to work its way downward. None of it got on her shirt, as she was wearing a tank top; quickly she collected to drop with her finger before it could make its way between her breasts and stuck the finger in her mouth.

Feeling eyes on her, Jasmine turned her finger still in her mouth. There was a group of five; two girls with red hair and brown hair; three men with blond hair, brown hair and black hair. She looked at each in turn; her eyes lingering on the one with black hair. He looked familiar; black spiky hair, dark green eyes, and that was all she need. Jasmine may not have seen him since she was 13 years-old; but she could recognize her Mr. BFF any where.

"Ted!" she yelled in surprise; her eyes wide.

Ted stared at her opened mouth, "Holy crap!" he blurted in turn.

Then, as one, they grinned at each other like fools. The next thing anyone knew, they were hugging each other as if they hadn't seen each other in years - which was the actual truth of the matter. Not since the a month before Jasmine was kidnapped and impersonated by a shapeshifter.

Jasmine pulled back, but still kept a grip on Ted as he stared at him unbelievingly. "Ted Mosby?" she said, giving him a little shake. Her brain still couldn't buzz through the fact that right in front of her was a grown up Ted Mosby.

But Ted grinned at her. "If it's not Ted Mosby, than you're hugging a stranger in a bar."

Jasmine just smiled and hugged him again; squeezing him tight and never wanting to let her Mr. BFF. But all things have to come to an end and in this case; it was their reunion. One of Ted's friends, the blonde, cleared his throat very loudly - like one of those popular. Blond, cheerleaders who have to have everyone always paying attention to them. Jasmine clenched her teeth, stifling the urge to jump across the table and thump his head against the table.

Reluctantly, Ted pulled away and turned towards his group of friends, though he kept a hand on Jasmine's shoulder. "Jasmine, this is my girlfriend, Robin." he pointed to the brunette that he had been sitting beside. "This is my best friend, Marshal." he pointed to the taller brunette man. "And this is his wife, Lily." This time he indicated to the small red head. "Lastly, Ted jerked his head towards the blond who, in Jasmine's mind was the shallow cheerleader." And that's Barney. Guys, this is Jasmine Rhodes, a friend from Ohio."

Barney gave her a flirtatious smile, running his fingers down his tie and was about to open him mouth.

"No," Jasmine told him firmly.

Barney raised his eyes brows innocently though she knew the type of guy he was; heck, she had been living with that type for eight years, but she knew that Dean could be nowhere near as bad as this guy.

"I am not going to sleep with you, Cheerleader Barney." she finished.

Everyone, including Ted, looked at her with shocked surprise; before bursting out in gales of laughter - all except for Barney, that is. Jasmine glanced at her watch as Ted slid back into the booth beside his girlfriend. Jasmine was some what surprised by the fact that she felt sadness. Is it cliché to say that when they were kids, that Jasmine and Ted planed to marry each other? Do all kids do that? She knew that all little girls planed their dream wedding, but did they ever plan to marry their Mr. BFF? But they had drifted apart, her hunting and him so far away; so maybe it was just a thing little kids did.

But, was Ted Mosby still her Mr. BFF? Jasmine figured that he wasn't; they hadn't seen each since they were 13 and they hadn't talked since they were16. And when Ted had introduced her to his friends, he said that Marshal was his best friends. But now that she actually thought about it, Dean was her best friend. Things could never last forever.

"Hey, Ted." Jasmine grabbed his attention and everyone else's too. "I have to run, but it was awesome to see you again."

"Oh, uh, okay." Ted looked at his friends before sliding out of the booth and giving Jasmine a hug. "It was good to see you, too. I'll see you around?" he asked as he pulled back.

"Maybe," she told him semi-truthfully. "I'll probably be here for a few more days; my partner and I are here on business. But I'll try to come back here before we leave."

"Okay, well I'm almost here every day. And I live just up stairs too." Ted told her pointing up.

"I'll come find you," Jasmine told him, giving his hand a squeeze before she turned back to her table. She packed her bag and laid a few bills on the table top, before giving the now cold burger a longing smile; she would probably grab something on the way back to the motel anyways. She gave Ted a hug at the bar door before heading out into the dark streets of New York City.

Jasmine lay on the on the bed as she slowly flicked through the limited channels on the TV. Her head hanging off the foot of the bed, so the picture was upside down. Dean was out with the Impala still, probably at a bar picking up some hot waitress. Jasmine had sent him another text, telling him that she was back at the motel.

There were three channels in all. One was full of just infomercials, that channel was garbage. The second one was old soap operas; and Jasmine could never stand those, so that one was out. The last one was free porn and that was the one she watched. As she watched the up side down picture, the moans and groans of hot pleasure washing over her bored body; between her legs started to heat.

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, to her the waist band of her track pants. She curled her toes as she slipped her hand under the band and into her underwear. Sucking in a breath as she felt a zing of pleasure at the touch. She teased herself for a while as she watched the man thrusting erratically. Teasing her entrance as their grunts grew louder. Jasmine's other hand slipped under her top, trailing up her stomach and cupping her breast. Unbidden, the memory of Dean having sex with that woman came to her mind, and she didn't have the urge to push it out. She dipped in her finger and her eyes closed with each thrust, blood rushed in her ears. Her back arched and her muscles locked, her breath coming in pants as she grew closer to the edge.

Dean parked the Impala outside his and Jasmine's room door, turning off the engine and grabbing the pizza from the seat next to him. He had gotten the text from Jaz and wasn't sure she had eaten already, so he got a pizza, if she did already eat, than more for him. He shut the Impala door with a squeak of its hinges, before going into their room.

He set the pizza on the table in the "kitchen" that was the first room you're in when you walk in, as the beds were block by a section of wall. Dean was about to call for Jaz when the moans and panting finally reached him ears. He cocked his head, his eye brows rose; there was no way that Jaz could be watching porn - but than the only other option would be that she was having sex . . .

Dean slowly, quietly stepped to the edge of the section of wall and peeked around the corner. What he say took his breath away, and it suffice to say, Dean Winchester blushed. Dean knew that he should have turned away, should have walked right out that door before he was noticed, hell, he probably should have acted like he had just walked in on his sister. But none of those crossed his mind as Dean watched Jaz go over the edge and orgasm travel through her body; she slumped against the bed, her body lax as she road through it. Dean ducked around the corner as she opened her eyes.

Jaz lay there for a moment, her eyes closed as she caught her breath, before she reluctantly opened her eyes. She knew that she should get up, especially before Dean got back. That got her moving; she had no idea what events would come to play if Dean ever walked in on her like this. Quickly, she flicked off the TV and almost ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Dean gave a silent sigh of relief; if Jaz caught him basically peeping, it would be like Awkward Hell. Dean waited for about two minutes before he want to the door, opened it before slamming it shut again. "Hey, Jaz!" he called like he hadn't been there the whole time. "You hungry? I brought pizza," he dropped the pizza back onto the table.

"Awesome!" Jasmine called as she came back from the bathroom; trying to act nonchalant.

Dean needed a second to center himself, so he took a slice of pizza and took a huge bite. Jasmine came into the small kitchen, her face still slightly flushed as took her own slice. They looked at each other for a moment, both averting their eyes at the same time. Neither had any idea what the other had or had not seen.