David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (lovesomepie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-05-19 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | david ryan, finley melville |
Who: Finley Melville and David Ryan
What: Finley wants something; David seems like the easiest target.
When: Backdated to Saturday evening, May 16th, 2015
Where: David’s dressing room ---> a restaurant in Los Angeles.
Warnings: Heavy demonic flirting, Winchester sarcasm & talk of alliances
Making contact with the Ryans wasn’t precisely an invitation to drop in any time. In fact, their reaction had, for the most part, been the opposite of welcoming… rude, when he’d pulled their asses quite neatly out of the fire with that demon. And, no, Finley hadn’t orchestrated it simply to put them in his debt, though he couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried. No, what Finley had done was take full advantage of a situation. It was, after all, his greatest skill.
Once Hannah had told him, in no uncertain terms, to stay away… Finley had been giving them their space, letting them realize that they owed him, needed him. After seeing her interact with Juno (and what reason could she have, after her comment about recognizing her from his phone, than some sort of threat), and her little warning about her brother, he’d really had no choice but to seek him out. David, the reincarnate of Dean, with whom Crowley had been… close. Too close, perhaps, but Finley wasn’t planning on letting David as close as Crowley had let Dean. The position Finley found himself in this time was unique, with the reincarnates of the Winchesters young, and far more gullible than the boys had ever been.
David was also easier to find, being that he was in the public eye most of the time. Finley had waited until after the Redo show was meant to be over before teleporting into what he’d convinced someone working backstage to tell him was David’s dressing room. It was possible, of course, that she’d lied… but Finley had turned the full force of his charm on her, and few people could stand up to that. “Knock knock. I do hope you’re decent…” If David wasn’t, Finley wouldn’t mind, of course. Not nearly so much as David would.