At 5 a.m. the next day, Alish wakes up, throws on some running shoes and clothes, snatches up her earbuds and phone, and slips out the bunker door. An hour later she slips back into the bunker, sweaty and hot from her hour's run. She pulls out her earbuds and begins to wrap them around her phone when she suddenly stops.
A very pissed of Dean Winchester in a blue robe is staring at her from the bottom of the staircase, along with a very worried looking Sam Winchester in running clothes.
"Fuck." Alish whispers.
"Where in the hell have you been?" Dean says, barely containing his anger. "I went for a run. No harm in that." "No harm? NO HARM?!" Dean shouts, "It's 5:30 a.m. and this asshat," Dean pints at Sam, "Wakes me up, to tell me that the fucking psychic we've just found, is gone!"
"Sorry, Dean. I didn't know running was a crime! That 'asshat' over there, ya know, your brother? He happens to run, too! And sorry that he woke you up from your stripper dream, but it's not my problem." Dean looks very embarrassed that his dream has just been exposed to Sam. "Yeah, Dean. I know about that! Remember," Alish taps her head "Psychic." Alish storms down the stairs, pushes past Dean and goes to take a shower. All the while, Sam just remains standing there speechless.
Dean mumbles, "Fucking teenagers."
An hour later, Alish comes walking out of her room, clean, with skinny jeans and a grey oversized sweater on. She walks into the library, and to her surprise, there is a strange man talking to Dean and Sam about a girl named Claire.
'So, you must be Cas.' Alish says in Cas' conscious. 'Yes. You must be Alish. I hear you're quite an issue.' Alish is now walking away, towards the kitchen. 'Well Cas, that depends on who you ask. Would you excuse me while I grab a bite to eat, and then I'll come help you guys out with some info on Crowley. And don't worry. I won't bail like Claire did.'
"Do you see that?" asks Dean. "You saw that, right? No, 'Hello', no 'Good morning', nothing. Nothing!" "Well Dean," says Cas knowingly, "It seems just because you didn't get a 'Hello' doesn't mean there weren't any. She said she will eat, and then help us with our problem." Sam chuckles and Dean tells him to shut up.
Alish walks in with a cup of coffee and a granola bar in her mouth. "Les ges sarted." she says through her granola bar.
"Okay," Sam starts, "We want to know what Crowley is planning, and if possible why." Alish swallows her last bite of granola bar. "Okay, great, give me a moment." She takes a sip of coffee. She then sits down and closes her eyes.
Multiple pictures of Crowley pass through her mind. A terrible squealing begins to scream in Alish's ears. She begins whispering incoherently, and soon after she begins shivering. The two men and angel begin to worry about her. Cas is about to try to shake her out of it, when she suddenly snaps back.
"Okay, so Crowley wants you all dead because you got to me first. But don't worry he isn't serious. He wanted me because he wanted to screw you two over in a deal. You have something that he wants, he says it's very important he gets it. The way he talked about it, it's powerful. He wants to use it to help him rule Hell." Alish says casually.
"Okay, do you know what it is?" asks Cas. "No, but give me a second, I'll figure it out." Alish closes her eyes and instantaneously snaps into the babbling, shivering mess again. This time it gets worse and she's stuck in the trance for about two minutes. Suddenly, she gasps and opens her eyes.
"Holy shit!" she shouts. "I can't! I'm sorry I can't help you!" Alish starts to run out of the library, when Cas stops her. "What? What is it Alish?! What does he want?!" shouts Cas. Alish whispers, "You."