"Try me," The man insisted.
"God," There was no way around it so she came out and said it. The man's face fell. To Elizabeth's surprise the man stepped out of the way and opened the door all the way, motioning for her to come in.
"Thank you," Once inside the man walked into a living area where three other men were. She smiled sheepishly at them and gave a tentative wave before catching sight of a few familiar objects. Guns, salt cartridges, silver knives, lore books lining the walls.
"Hunters," Elizabeth said with a relieved sigh.
"Who are you?" The man who had opened the door for her inquired.
"Oh, sorry," Elizabeth held her hand out to him and he took it. "I'm Elizabeth Winters. You could say I'm in your line of work," The man nodded, seeming a little more relaxed.
"I'm Bobby Singer, that's Sam Winchester and his brother Dean, and that's Castiel," Elizabeth said a small hello and they all acknowledged her.
"The Winchesters. I've heard of you," Sam gave her an uncomfortable smile, which she returned.
"Why don't you tell them what you told me?" Bobby prompted.
"Right," Elizabeth took a deep breath. "God sent me," Dean started to say something, but Castiel was crossing the room before he could get anything out.
"My father? You've spoken to him?" Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise.
"Your father?" She asked.
"Yes. I am an angel of the Lord," He said, the determined look in his eyes unwavering.
"Oh, okay," Elizabeth blinked a few times, taking in the strange man's attire and demeanor. "Ah, yes, I spoke to him a few hours ago. He came to my apartment," Castiel reached out and grasped her shoulders tightly.
"What did he say to you? Where did he go?" Knowing she as about to disappoint him, Elizabeth lifted her hands to his and removed them from her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, he just disappeared. He didn't say where he was going," Seeming to forget the first question Castiel stalked away, shoulders hunched and arms crossed, his thumb brushing thoughtfully across his chin.
"What did he want?" Sam piped up, regaining Elizabeth's attention.
"That's where things get fun. I mean, finding out God is actually real is one thing, meeting him in person is another, and it's something entirely else for him to tell you the world is ending and you're the only one who might be able to stop it because you're the devil's soul mate," It all came out in one insane sounding rush. The whole room stopped breathing and all eyes were wide and fixed on her.
"I'm sorry. What?" Dean asked, face strained in utter disbelief.
"Apparently God realized at some point Lucifer was going to bust out of his cage full of hate and he might need someone other than the whole human race to take it out on. So, I don't know if I'm supposed to be a punching bag or a toy or a sedative, but here I am," After another pause Bobby guided Elizabeth to a chair and came back with a glass of water.
"Did he give you any instructions?" Castiel asked.
Elizabeth laughed.
"No. No, actually he has no idea how this is supposed to work. None at all," They all continued to discuss the situation, who Elizabeth was, and why she'd been sent there.
"We're not going to let him anywhere near you," Dean said, taking on a protective big brother tone almost immediately. Elizabeth was very appreciative of the sentiment.
"I don't think that's how this is supposed to work," Elizabeth frowned and shook her head.
"We can't just throw you to the damn wolves," Dean insisted, sounding angrier the more he spoke.
"I was made for the wolves, Dean. That is literally the only reason I exist," People go their whole lives wandering through life looking for purpose and meaning. Elizabeth doubted there were many people who had a straight forward god given purpose. In a way she felt lucky despite the tragedy of it all.