Memories||Closed RP
Dean snorted, shaking his head in dismissal. “I can promise you, even if anyone in the hunting world ever found out that I had erased their golden boy Winchester from my brain, they’d never learn who helped me. But if you’re serious…fine. Name your price.” She sounded like she meant business, and Dean didn’t always like playing by others’ rules. But he needed this spell.
Anna was surprised that he didn’t put up a fight. She figured there would be some sort of resistance and had a plan for it, but Dean threw her off completely. “A sword.”
“I mean, it’s a sword from a knight of hell. If you can help me get it without my death being involved, I’ll get you that spell.” Anna knew it was a tall order. Knights weren’t too keen on sharing, especially when sharing a sword given to them by Lucifer, but it was what she needed and she knew if anyone could do it, it would be him.

















