"Depends. It's a risk but you enjoy risks. If you do it, keep him in the damn boot." Gadreel insisted as he watched Crowley scribble down a location onto his piece of paper before handing it over to Lucifer. Magic was such a fun feeling, even if he wasn't really gifted. He had a few sparks now, a little few steps added to the spell. Now he just had to finish it, when he was in peace, and he might stand a chance of projecting himself out of his body.

"I would rather stay, master. And continue my task." And hopefully, get put in his 'kennel' so he could get himself out of his body for enough time to warn Bobby.