"It doesn't have to be this way. I'm sick and tired of this destiny bullshit!" Elizabeth understood Dean's anger, but, surprisingly, didn't feel it.
"It seems like we all have a part to play here; big ones. If playing mine could save the world you can bet I'm going to do it. Besides, from the sound of it I don't think I'm going to have much of a choice," Elizabeth tapped her fingernails against the glass she was holding.
"There's always a choice," Sam chimed in, trying to be helpful. Elizabeth smiled weakly at him.
"That's not what I mean. From the sound of it some part of me is going to want this. God told me no one and nothing can love him the way I can. So, I feel like...no matter what he does or how much he hurts me I'm still going to love him," Elizabeth chewed her lower lip, feeling deep down how true those words were. She was going to do her part and no matter how much it hurt she was going to like it.
Dean went off on a tangent about how ridiculous and wrong all of it was. It went on and on until he stormed off to his room and Castiel left the house altogether. Bobby showed Elizabeth where her room was, but she stayed up to talk to Sam. He told her about being Lucifer's true vessel and his experiences with demon blood addiction. He figured if there was anyone in the world who wasn't going to judge him too harshly it would be the soul mate of Lucifer.
After their bonding session they both went to bed and just as Elizabeth's eyes were beginning to fall shut Chuck appeared. He smiled weakly and squeezed her shoulder and then he was gone again and she was asleep. Somehow the rest of the night managed to be very peaceful for her. She slept dreamlessly and restfully. When she woke up the next morning she spent a while just staring out the window and listening to the birds chirp as if everything wasn't going up in flames.
Elizabeth walked downstairs surprised to find an entirely empty house. She even bravely peeked into a few bedrooms hoping to find someone snoozing.
"So much for safety," She mumbled to herself before making her way into the kitchen. She almost didn't notice the note on the table.
Went hunting. Be back soon.
-Bobby
PS Phone numbers are on the fridge
Elizabeth entered the boy's numbers in her phone before getting a drink and frying a few eggs. After breakfast she poked around the house, skimming through books and poking at artifacts she probably shouldn't have touched. Eventually she made her way out to the salvage yard. She wandered through the tall grass and dragged her fingertips across smooth glass and rusty surfaces. She didn't have a destination until she heard a small sound.
Elizabeth cocked her head to the side, turning her ear towards the noise. It came again, a soft trill that could have been a cat or a bird. She followed the sound a few gentle steps at a time. She stopped next to a totaled red car and crouched down to peer under it. She smiled at the sight of a damp, yellow kitten meowing angrily at her.
"Come here, baby," She reached under the car and dragged the little thing out from underneath it. It didn't fuss or complain as she held it to her chest and scratched it's head.
"Looks like you found a friend," Elizabeth spun around to find Chuck a few feet away.
"Yeah, I guess so," The kitten meowed at her loudly and she apologized for having stopped petting him. She got back to it and he closed his eyes and started purring.
"Please don't forget this kindness," The heaviness of Chuck's voice drew Elizabeth's attention again. This time she remembered to multitask. "He will try to take it from you," Elizabeth sighed heavily and leaned back against the car behind her.
"Am I supposed to go looking for him or will he find me?" Chuck shook his head at her question.