He slipped his hands into his pocket and smiled. He had to smile at her answer. 'Good answer. Usually cute redheads can't be any eviler than the Bewitched chick. The evil ones I know, aren't always bad to look at, but not so nice to talk to.'
Dean nodded, a memory spell. He's heard of such things, too bad most of the time, he used spells to summon things, protect things, destroy things. He was a basic novice when it came to spell work. Sam was the one who was great with Latin.