A black 1967 Chevrolet Impala speeds down the highway. In it, two men in cheap suits and fake FBI badges in their pockets. The men are brothers, on their way to a house in South Illinois. They are investigating a case in which a father and mother of a teenage girl were killed, apparently, by a cloud of black smoke. At least according to the police radio.
The brothers reach the house, step out of their car, and cross into the world of becoming FBI agents.
"Hi, I'm Agent Haley, this is my partner Agent Egflow." Dean Winchester says as he and his brother flash their FBI badges to the sheriff. "So, what exactly happened?"
"Well Agent Haley," the sheriff says, "it's kind of hard to explain, really. Only got one witness, the victims' daughter, and if you ask me, I think she's in shock and can't register what happened."
"And why is that, sheriff?" asks Sam Winchester.
"She says a cloud of black smoke forced it's way down her mom's throat, shot her dad in the head, then shot herself in the head, and then the smoke forced itself out of her mom and disappeared. Now does that sound sane to you or not?"
"No, your right, sheriff. Is she inside?" asks Dean. "Yeah, go on ahead."
The men walk up the step while talking about demons. They spot the victims' daughter. She has long brown hair, freckles across her nose, bright blue eyes, she is tall, about 5'10", and an athletic body. Unshockingly, she is puffy eyed, red in the face, and bent over crying. The two men approach her.
"Excuse me? Hi, I'm Agent Egflow, this is my partner Agent Haley. What's your name?"
"Uh….um...My name is…," she coughs, "my name is Alish." Dean Winchester steals the lead from his brother, "Hi Alish. We understand this is tough for you, but could you describe the attack?" Alish takes a moment to collect her thoughts. She replied, "Well you're gonna think I'm..uh…" she sniffles, "I'm crazy, I guess, but I'm not. I don't care what the sheriff says, I'm not in shock. I was watching T.V, when I heard my mom scream. I ran into the kitchen, just in time to see this thick cloud of black smoke being shoved down my mom's throat. It pulls a gun out of nowhere, and shoots my dad, sitting at the table, in the head. She then shot.." Alish takes a few shaky breaths, "sh-sh-shot herself. Then the black smoke flew out of my mom. I called the police, and here we are."
"Okay, Alish, did it by any chance smell like rotten eggs, sulfur?" asks Sam. "Yeah actually, it did." Suddenly, the Alish starts sobbing. "Okay, thank you Alish. We'll keep in touch. Here is my card." "Th-th-thank you.."
The Winchester boys walk out of the house. "So, why do the demons have any interest in her?" "I don't know Dean. It's weird. But I do know we need to find that psychic before the demons do. We can't let Crowley get her." The men step into their Impala. "I know, I know. But right now we don't have any leads. That just sounded like a normal demon attack."
Dean revs the engine and speeds away. The men drive in silence for a while, and Sam gets a call. "Who is it?" asks Dean. "Bobby." Sam tells Dean, then answers the phone. "Hey, Bobby, what's up?... I know. We were just there...No, it wasn't anything special...Regular demon attack...No, no sign of the psychic...Yes, I know we don't have any leads...Okay...Alright, thanks, bye." Sam turns to Dean. "That was Bobby. Looks like we have a big heaping pile of nothing. No leads, nothing. Do you think Crowley got to her?"
"No, I don't think Crowley got her. Hey Sam! Hey Dean! I got a lead for ya, that psychic girl you're looking for?" Alish says, then whispers, "She's in your backseat."
Dean slams on the brakes, bringing his beloved Impala to a screeching halt. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" shouts Dean.
"Jesus Dean, I knew you'd be surprised, but I didn't think you'd react like that. I mean really was that necessary? And honestly I think you'd recognize me, after all I did just meet you only 5 minutes ago." By this time Dean wasn't listening, and neither was Sam, they had both gotten out of the car, opened the rear doors, and had their guns on Alish. "GET OUT!" Sam shouts. Alish barely seems affected. "You know you really could use me considering you are looking for me. And I mean, hey, I'm right here. But it's okay I mean I could go to Crowley and help him out. He'd probably treat me better than you two. I think I'll stay right here."
At that point Dean had enough. He dragged Alish out of the car and threw her to the ground. "Hey..OUCH..that hurt asshole! You know you should be happy that I killed those demons for you! They were sent her to kill you two!" "And why should we believe you?" asks Sam. "How would you know anyway?" "HELLO? PSYCHIC!" shouts Alish. Dean splashed Alish with holy water. "YOU KNOW IF I WAS A DEMON AND I HAD BEEN HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD HAVE TRIED TO KILL YOU BY NOW? OR WHEN I SHOWED MYSELF TO YOU I WOULD HAVE AT LEAST TRIED TO KILL YOU?" Alish yells at the two Winchesters.
The two men look fairly confused and Sam gave Dean a look that basically said 'She's kind of right.' "You know what? I don't know I even bothered with you two idiots. I'll take my leave and go to Crowley. And don't shoot me!" Alish begins walking away from the Winchesters. Using her telepathic powers, she says to Dean 'You're a fucking asshole.' and she says to Sam 'I thought you wouldn't have been as stupid as your brother.' . She's about 100 yards away now and Dean looks at Sam. "You get that, too?" Dean says to Sam, thinking of what Alish just told him. "Yeah. Dean that might be her. And we can't risk her going to Crowley."
"I hope it isn't. She called me a 'fucking asshole'. I don't want to deal with a hormonal teenager." says Dean. Sam chuckles. "She said she thought I wouldn't be as stupid as you."
Dean looks pissed. "Fucking teenagers. Well, I'll go after her." "Are you sure? She seems to like me better." says Sam. "Fine."
Sam runs up to Alish. "Hey Alish! Look we're sorry! We didn't know what to expect when a random girl shows up in our backseat. Hopefully, you can see our side?" pleads Sam. "You guys didn't have to be so rough." says Alish. "I know I'm sorry. Can you forgive us?" Alish thinks for a moment. "Fine on five conditions." "Okay, what are they?" asks Sam.
"Okay: 1. You take me to the bunker.
2. You give me a credit card and I would need to use a computer.
3. I meet Cas.
4. I get a bacon cheeseburger from wherever Dean says is good.
5. I get to sit in the front seat and pick the music."
"How do you kno-...Nevermind. Okay," Sam says. "but I'll have to ask Dean if it's okay." "Don't worry I already filled him in." says Alish. Sam looks over at Dean. He's shaking his head rigorously and speedily walking towards Sam and Alish. "Okay," says Sam. "deal. Shake hands quick!" Alish grabs Sam's hand and shakes it. At this point Dean is running towards them. "What the hell, Sam? Why didn't I get any say?" Dean says angrily. "We can't risk her going to Crowley. I had to do it." Sam said.
"Well boys? Let's go get my burger! I'm starving." Alish starts to walk back to the Impala, and Sam and Dean follow. They get in the car, Alish in the front. Dean starts the engine and the radio turns on. Pop music blares out from the speakers.
"What is this crap?!" Dean and Alish shout at the same time. Dean reaches for the radio. "Ah, ah, ah! I choose the music." Alish scolds. Alish turns on classic rock. "Awww, come on seriously?" Sam whines, "The two of you?" Dean smirks and speeds away.
'Hey Sam,' Alish says to Sam in his head, 'you brother is hotter than you. Just so you know.'