David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (lovesomepie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-12-31 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | david ryan, hannah ryan |
Who: David & Hannah Ryan
What: Bonding over ghost hunting. As Winchesters do.
Where: Cedar Rapids, Iowa
When: Thursday evening, December 31st 2015
Warnings: Nothing major, maybe some violence and cursing
Things had been a little weird between the Ryan siblings ever since the incident, and the night Hannah had found out the truth of what had happened. David and Hannah hadn't always agreed on everything when they were growing up, and just like any brother and sister they'd had their fair share of fights over the years, but this had been different. For weeks after the night Hannah had stormed out of the bunker, David hadn't really known what to do or say to make things better, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he couldn't make things better, and those feelings of helplessness had seemed to cripple him. He avoided the subject entirely, unless he couldn't, especially now that he and Finley were... whatever the hell they were doing. 'Hooking up' felt like the lamest explanation in the world when you considered just how complicated and a little messed up the entire situation was. In the current state of mind he was in, David was pretty okay with a little messed up, but he didn't want Hannah to find out so he had to keep acting like everything was its normal, appropriate levels of weird, instead of the twilight zone he'd recently found himself in.
It got easier, especially because Hannah had become even more intense about hunting then she had been already. David knew that was his fault, but he also wasn't about to discourage it any. Regardless of what he was hiding from her, they did need to get better. Neither of them could afford what happened to Hannah to happen again, and as much as David didn't want to admit it, she was right. If he died before his ten years were up, he went to Hell anyway. Which really meant that David needed to stop taking so many chances. He'd given up his apartment not long after Halloween, now that Tali and that creepy demon guy who David and Dean were almost positive was Alastair knew he lived there, David couldn't very well keep using the place. He'd moved the remainder of their stuff that had been in David's apartment to the bunker, where they were safer, and that was that. No more living normally, their lives hadn't been normal since they'd become reincarnates, but now they couldn't keep pretending otherwise. Hannah had left school, David had given up his apartment, they were squatting in the Men of Letters bunker that Sam and Dean had used for their semi-permanent home. Hannah had died, David had traded himself to get her back, and now he was sleeping with the demon who he had made the deal with in the first place. Nothing about his life was even approaching normal. Hilariously, his celebrity status was suddenly the most normal thing about him.
They'd worked a few jobs since then, in the last month and a half. David had the band so he couldn't just ditch everything and run all the time, but he found time for their hunting trips, and even celebrating Christmas. Christmas had never been a big deal in the Ryan family, in large part because their mom was dead and their dead was usually too drunk and/or passed out on the couch to do anything about the holiday, but the Ryan siblings had their own Christmas traditions that David had spontaneously decided to resurrect this year. Mostly just his own, slightly pathetic version of a Christmas tree and appropriately themed decorations and presents (but real presents, unlike Dean he actually had money, so they weren't bought at the gas station). It didn't even enter into David's mind at first how Dean used to do the same things for Sam, and it was the least he could do for Hannah, since he'd more or less royally screwed everything up. They'd always had a good time together on Christmas despite everything, and even with prior events still somewhat hanging over their heads, David kind of thought this might be their best Christmas yet. Mostly because they were actually absent the deadbeat dad factor, who was probably too drunk to even pick up a phone and wish his kids a Merry Christmas. David didn't care anymore. Hannah was the only family he needed.
Now it was New Years Eve, but there were no plans to actually do any celebrating or partying tonight. On the contrary, they were actually out working a job. It had been Hannah's idea, and they'd been doing some research on it for the past few days, but they were both pretty convinced of what this was. An actual ghost hunting. Pretty exciting stuff, if you were weird like that, and David was, as long as he didn't end up coming down with a case of ghost sickness. Angry spirits could be real bastards about that sometimes. It was about a six hour drive from where they were to Cedar Rapids, in which David inflicted as much of his kind of music on his poor sister as he could before she begged him to switch to something else, the Impala's trunk completely packed with tools. Guns, shot gun shells full of rock salt, everything any self respecting ghost hunter could need. David had elected to not invite Finley along for this hunting trip, mostly because he could only pretend that something wasn't going on for so long before it became obvious that he was hiding something, but also he and Hannah had to learn to hunt on their own at some point. And they were getting better. They really were. Parking outside of the church in question, David got out of the car and shut the door, squinting over at the looming structure. "Seriously, what kind of maniac offs themselves in a church? That's gotta be like nine different kinds of sin."