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approaching a time that is classic

Who: Finn Hudson [

integrity]
When: March 2nd.
Where: The crossroads.
Summary: Finn wants to forget. Crowley can make him forget. For a price.
Warnings: Finn is selling his soul. Um. And Crowley just... automatically gets a warning for existing.

Crowley was waiting for Finn, underneath the overhang of crossing train tracks, carefully scuffing his shoe against the gravel as he waited.

Memories. Easy to remove. And the soul even easier to take.

Peaches.

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To say that Finn actually had no idea what he was doing would be pretty accurate. He just didn't care right then. Rachel was still dead, and it still hurt. That there was someone who could help him the way that no one else had been able to seemed almost too good to be true. But he was willing to risk it. It was better than everyone else's offerings of words and dumb solutions that just didn't work.

Finn looked down at the last anonymous text to make sure he was in the right spot, then-- He looked up, sort of squinting to better see the lone man, not that he knew what the nameless person was supposed to look like or anything. "Did you tell me to meet you here?"

"I did," Crowley said evenly, dusting off an invisible speck of dust from his sleeve. "The name's Crowley. And you're Finn."

An incline of the head, the most polite, as he smiled thinly.

"You require memory loss?"

"Yeah, that's right." Finn shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. This all felt strange and somehow wrong.

Didn't matter though.

"I sorta have a question first, though. Forgetting about her death means forgetting everything about it that's happened since then too, right? Not just the death, itself?"

"I could have you forget her even being here in the first place, if you wanted, but naturally. You forget the death, the aftermath -- she just went home. That's manageable, isn't it?"

Crowley slid his hands into his pockets, arching his eyebrows.

"But there's a price to what I can do, as there always is. But it's relatively small and you won't notice that it's gone."

"Yeah. Yeah that's manageable. That's what I was-- I just wanted to make sure, I guess."

He nodded, more for his own benefit than for Crowley's, as though reaffirming that this was, in fact, what he really wanted.

"I already said that I'd pay anything." A brief pause. "But what's the price?"

"Your soul."

It was always a telling moment -- watching how people would react to the news. Disbelief, anger, apathy. It would tell Crowley what he needed to do in order to seal the deal.

"My-- Oh."

Finn tried to hide his shock and disbelief but he'd never exactly been too good at keeping all of his thoughts and feelings from his expression. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and looked down at his shoes.

"If you, um, well what happens to me?"

"I hold it."

Crowley shrugged carefully -- good. Someone who believed, but not. A newcomer to the supernatural. Excellent.

"Nothing changes, really -- it's just a contract. You sign, you pass it on, that's it. And you forget whatever it is you wanted to forget."

"I guess forgetting everything associated with her death means forgetting this too, huh? Or...?"

Finn shrugged. It didn't matter. He wasn't even sure this would work, just hoped. It wasn't like he was giving up anything tangible. So if he didn't work, he wasn't losing out, right?

"So, where do I sign?"

"It could, if you wanted. Or you could remember making the deal but not what it was about."

Crowley arched his eyebrows.

"And it's sealed with a kiss. Sorry -- antiquated rule."

"This, um, it sorta seems like something I'd want to remember."

Finn's brows furrowed a little when Crowley spoke again. He dug at the gravel with the toe of his sneaker as he considered it.

...it had damn well better be worth it.

"Seriously? ...fine. Whatever I have to do."

"It used to be blood letting, then it changed to this, it'll probably change to a pinky swear next century -- "

Crowley shrugged a shoulder slightly.

"But that would be all."

"Next-- Why couldn't they just stick to the blood letting?"

He was only half joking. Blood letting seemed to make sense for something like giving up a soul, after all.

"Okay, um." Nodding. "Okay, can we just, um--?"

"Lilith thought it was funny to change it."

It was only humorous if you knew who Lilith was, but -- ah, well. And Crowley didn't waste much more time before stepping closer -- the magic already invoked, the deal already signed, and with a light touch of the lips, it was done.

Iron-clad and complete.

And, suddenly -- the memories were gone.

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LMFAO I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS IS HOW IT WORKS IN SPN CANON OKAY

LMFAO IT'S OKAY I WAS TOTALLY EXPECTING IT

I JUST... FORGOT AND sorry Finn sob

HE'S WILLING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES OKAY. ...he just didn't think it would be this (unsure)

look normally it's like hot girls and crowley is svelte and all but sorry finn