"You could get home through the portal that brought you here, but it collapsed on itself right after you fell through. You are going to need an angel with some serious mojo or a really powerful spell. Either way, you are not getting out of here for awhile."
"Could Gabriel help? I mean, he started this portal business."
Crowley went to answer her question, but at that moment Trisha had an epiphany.
"What about Castiel or the Winchesters? They might be able to help?"
"Cas is on borrowed time, Gabriel is too weak, and only God knows what information the Winchesters have."
Trisha mulled over Crowley's words. "I think the best idea is go talk to the Winchesters. They always seem to know how to get out of tough situations."
"You can say that again," muttered Crowley sarcastically, "I suppose we can pay those two a visit."
Crowley reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He pushed a few buttons on the screen and then put the phone up to his ear. He stood waiting impatiently until one of the Winchester's picked up on the other end of the line. Trisha heard a faint deep voice say "Hello? What do you want, Boris?" come from the phone. Crowley's mouth twitched up into a smile that he quickly tried to hide.
"Hello, Squirrel. I was calling to inform you of a little problem that I seem to have stumbled into to. A portal was opened into another dimension and a 'traveler' from that world has stumbled into our world. Mind if I pop in a bit and chat about this situation?"
Trisha could not hear too much from the other end of the conversation, but there definitely was a sigh and a defeated sounding okay. Crowley listened to Dean for a few more minutes before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up.
"The Winchesters want to meet with us at a library in Lebanon, Kansas."
That is close to the Bunker. Cool. "When do they want us to meet them?"
"Oh, in about 20 minutes. I say we arrive to the party early, though." With that, Crowley reached out and grabbed Trisha's wrist. In a whirl of black, Hell disappeared.