I sniffled, but of course neither of them could see me.

Dean looked at Sam. "If I didn't know you..I would want to hunt you." I gasped, my eyes moist and I clutched the book in my hands tightly. "You didn't say that," I said, voice hoarse. The look on Sam's face was heartbreaking. I opened the book in my hands and watched the words of what was happening, write themselves on the blank pages.

I covered my mouth in shock, and then exhaled, as I possessed a sliver of hope. Sam unraveled his fist, gasping and he stepped back. Dean crashed to the ground, but it wasn't my job to oversee him. Sam was. I watched him open the cage. I panted, taking in deep breaths. He looked at Dean, spreading his arms and closing his eyes.

I gasped. "No. No no no no," I told myself, a stray tear rolling down my cheek. "Sam!" I turned around to look where Sam was looking, my hair billowing around me. Micheal. "Step away Sam." I looked back at Sam. "You're going to have to make me!" "I have to fight my brother, Sam. Here and now. It's my destiny." Sam leaned back anyway.

I felt my eyes widen and everything went in slow motion. The look on his face. He was saying goodbye. I broke down into tears, hugging the book to my chest. Micheal grabbed at Sam, and Sam pulled him down too. I screamed. Oh god! Sam was going to hell! I watched the fear in Sam's face. I felt the tug, and the entrance to the cage started to close, I looked over to where my sister Diane was, Dean's recorder. She was holding his book, and she was crying.

She looked at me, and suddenly, I wasn't on that field anymore.

Suddenly I was sitting in the back of the Impala. I frowned. "Huh?" I didn't see Sam. But he had to be around here, I wouldn't be here if he wasn't. Suddenly Diane popped up next to me in the backseat. "What's going on? Where's Sam?" she asked me. I shrugged. "I have no idea." We watched Dean get in. He was on the phone. "Where the hell are you?" Suddenly we heard Sam. "Dean?" All three of us froze.

"Sam?" Dean asked, twisting around to look around the car. Diane inhaled sharply as Dean's eyes passed over us. "Where are you?" "I don't know." I gaped slightly as I realized where he was. "Oh crap," Sam said. Dean, Diane, and I all looked at the screen. Sam was the Impala. That Trickster! Diane cracked up. I hit her on the arm. She let out a small giggle. "What?"

I frowned. Diane and I looked similar, but that was it. My hair was longer, a little past my shoulders, and mostly straight. My eyes were more brown than hazel, and I was about half an inch taller than she was. She had shorter hair than me, light brown or even dirty blonde, but that was stretching it. Her hair was a bit past her jaw, and her eyes were definitely hazel.

Recorders. That's what me and my sister are. Everyone has one, but no human can see us. Angels and demons, they don't see us either. Only the first ever created angels and demons can see us. Only the first ones know of our existence. But whether they actually acknowledge our existence is another thing. We don't interfere with what happens to whoever we are tied with.

We just have a book. At first, a simple, blank book with the names of whoever we are tied with on the cover. As they grow, as their story grows, so does the amount of filled pages, so does the designs on the cover, and over time, we also grow to become like our ties. Our attitudes, our personalities.

We call whoever we are with ties, as you may have noticed. We are the keepers of their story, not only in the pages of their books, but also in our minds, for we are there every step of the way. I, Sage, have Sam Winchester, and my sister Diane, had Dean Winchester.

I exhaled. Diane sighed. "God Sam takes forever." I gave her a look. "He's doing something okay? Give him a minute." Diane snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, he's probably having another Zeke episode." I gave her a glare. "Hey! Don't you make me remind you of all the times Sam's had to wait around for Dean." Diane set her jaw, grumbling about something.

Another thing about Recorders, we can quit, but only after the first 10 years. It's been 9 so far. I remember what happened at the end of year four, beginning of year 5.

"God, and you're even defending him! He let Lucifer out of hell!"

"I know, but-"

"Sage! He's going to get him killed!" She pointed at Dean.

"I should quit after this. But he'll be dead before then."

I swallowed hard. "If that's what you want, I'm not going to stop you. It's your choice."

"Damn straight."

"But he's trying to change, and I know he's trying to change. I'll prove it to you."

"You sound like him."

I frowned at the memory. I've always defended Sam, her Dean. It will always be that way too. Anyways, Sam came back and got in the car. Then they started driving. For hours. "Here we go," Diane said, pursing her lips. I raised my eyebrows slightly, but looked out the window and said nothing. After a few hours we were in the middle of nowhere. Fun.

Suddenly, Dean shouted and whole car swerved, and he yanked it off the road, drew his gun and pointed it at us. Sam did the same. "Who the hell are you and how did you get in this car?"