"Yes. It was after he was cast out and locked in the cage. I left not long after that. I knew he had to learn, but the cage...it wasn't the way to do that. It didn't take long to see that it wasn't going to work, but I couldn't undo what had been done. I knew that his hate would fester and when he finally found a way out he would destroy everything he saw. It doesn't have to be that way. You can help him," The sorrow etched into his features made Elizabeth want to comfort him, but there was just too much going on.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Even she didn't believe he'd thought it out.
Chuck shook his head and smiled wearily at her.
"I created you for him. I made you strong and intelligent and loving. I can't tell you how it will happen because I don't know. Only you know," If that were the case no one knew.
"No one else knows about you. Not hunters, not demons, not angels, not even Lucifer. You should be safe for now, but it's only a matter of time," Chuck pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Elizabeth looked at the piece of folded paper, almost not wanting to pick it up.
"What's this?" Elizabeth unfolded the paper and skimmed over the letters. "An address?" When she looked up he was gone.
Elizabeth once again leaned back in her chair, lost in thought. Before then she'd thought there wasn't anything left to surprise her. The knowledge that Heaven and angels and God were real was kind of tearing her life apart. After several minutes of absolute silence and absolute stillness she looked at the address once again.
He said no one knows about my purpose and I'm safe, but it's only a matter of time until someone figures it out. Then he gives me this. Where is it going to take me? To Lucifer? To an archangel proofed safe house? Does such a thing even exist?
Elizabeth walked to the counter and dumped her now cold coffee down the sink. She thought about pouring herself another cup, but instead took a detour to the fridge where she pulled out a bottle of moscato.
Blasting music to drown out her thoughts and dancing around her apartment with a bottle of wine in hand, Elizabeth packed a few essentials and tried to take care of everything she could think of. She picked up and watered her plants and made sure her bills were all paid. Once she left she wasn't sure when, if ever, she would be back. After downing an entire bottle of wine Elizabeth called a cab.
The ride was slow and quiet, deafeningly quiet. To her dismay she couldn't stop thinking; about Lucifer, the apocalypse, her future. How was she supposed to figure this out when no one, not even God, knew a damn thing about how it was supposed to work?
Eight hours after entering the cab they arrived at their destination; a salvage yard in South Dakota. Elizabeth thanked her driver and paid him a large sum of money. The next thing she knew she was alone, standing in the middle of a long gravel driveway. She fixed her bag over her shoulder and took the first step towards uncertainty.
The place didn't seem threatening. It seemed very simple and sort of quaint. Elizabeth was used to the bustle and noise of the city, but this place was so quiet, so real. The steps to the porch creaked under her feet and a board near the door made a startling snapping sound. There was certainly no surprising anyone here.
Elizabeth knocked firmly on the door, heart in her throat as she waited. Heavy footsteps approached and she fought the urge to jump off the porch and puke her guts out. If she had to wait much longer the stress was going to do her in.
The door opened wide enough for an older man's bearded face to poke out. "Can I help you?" He didn't sound too unfriendly, but whoever he was he definitely didn't want her there.
"I, um, I was sent here," The man's eyes narrowed.
"By who?" Elizabeth imagined this was about how Chuck felt standing at her door hours earlier.
"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," She knew if she said it she'd sound like a crazy person. Even a hunter wouldn't believe a damn word of it.