"Call Crowley. He should be able to help you," Elizabeth raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
"God is telling me to call the King of Hell for help?" Chuck laughed too at the obvious strangeness of the situation.
"I guess I am. He's your best bet," Elizabeth made an expression of agreement. "Do you know how to summon him if he doesn't answer?" Chuck asked.
"Yeah," Elizabeth nodded.
"Good. Bobby should have everything you need," Elizabeth blinked and he was gone, once again.
"Not much for goodbye's is he?" She complained to the kitten.
Elizabeth made her way back to the house and set the kitten on the porch. She ran in and got it a little bowl of water and some turkey from the fridge as well as a towel to dry him off with. He wasn't too happy about that part, but the turkey seemed to make it worth his while.
She wrapped a jacket around herself tightly and called Crowley on her phone as she gently pushed the porch swing back and forth. After the fourth ring she started losing hope, but lo and behold he did pick up.
"Look, Kitten, I'm really very busy-"
"It's about Lucifer," That got his attention.
"And who told you about Lucifer? You're good, darling, but you're not that good," He was right about that much.
"That's kind of a long story. I just need to know where he is," It was a pretty crazy thing to sound nonchalant about, but she was pulling it off.
"Damned if you do, Kitten. What do you want with him?" Elizabeth let out a breath and rubbed her face with her free hand.
"That's not important, Crowley, and you wouldn't believe me anyway. Do you know where he is or not?" A sudden shadow obscured her vision and she looked up to see Crowley hanging up the phone. He crossed his arms and leaned against the questionable porch railing.
"Tell me what a sweet little girl like you wants with the prince of darkness and maybe I'll tell you," Elizabeth snapped her phone shut and prepared herself for the speech again.
"God showed up and told me I'm Lucifer's soul mate and sent me here for temporary protection. Now, I would like to find Lucifer before he finds me. So, where is he?" For a moment he just stared at her.
"You're not kidding, are you," Elizabeth shook her head.
Crowley let out a heavy sigh and plopped down on the swing next to her, throwing an arm over her shoulder.
"This is quite the mess, Kitten," She didn't respond, still waiting for him to answer the question.
"I know where he is. I can take you just outside the city and give you an address, but your on your own after that," Relieved Elizabeth let out the breath she'd been holding.
"Good. Wait here," She ran inside, grabbed her things, and left a note for the boys explaining where she'd gone and thanking them for their help. She hoped she would see them again.
"Off we go then?" Crowley held an arm out to her and she took it without thought. In the blink of an eye they were outside some rainy city.
"Here we are. He's at a hotel in the center of town," Crowley handed Elizabeth a slip of paper with the address on it. "Good luck," He disappeared much faster than usual. She hadn't thought much about it, but it made sense. The King of Hell and Lucifer probably weren't on very good terms.
Elizabeth memorized the address before stuffing it into her front pocket. She pulled up the hood of her jacket, jammed her hands in her pockets, and went on her way, stomach twisting all the while.
She walked for probably forty-five minutes before finally finding the right street. Once she got that far it was pretty clear where she needed to be. There was one old building towering over the others and no one seemed to be walking on that side of the street. The closer she got the colder she felt and the more the air reeked of sulfur. She wrinkled her nose and began dreading how often she was likely to be stuck with that smell.