Crowley frowned at the notebook he was handed moments ago. He was just enjoying a nice sip of wine in his classy home with a roaring fire, when all of a sudden, a demon in a security uniform burst in his living room and thrusted the journal in his hands giving hurried but specific instructions to hand it to Lucifer.
The crossroads demon was a secret Lucifer despiser , however, and was currently looking for the colt. And as he flipped through the pages and skimmed through the notes, he wondered what he was going to do with the journal. He was obviously not going to give it to the very being who might destroy the demon race when the apocalypse passed. But it might be valuable later on. Crowley however did not know how valuable a notebook about seemingly existing purple eyed aliens would be to anyone.
He took another sip of his beverage before tucking the notebook in his suit and standing up. He had found a lead as to where the magical gun might be hidden and hoped for all that was evil, it would work on the demon spawning angel and end this miserable anticipation for the apocalypse.