We got back to the car. "I still think it's creepy," Dean muttered. Diane gave him the eye squint. "We're not some freakin' phsycopaths, Dean." Dean rolled his eyes and I could see Diane getting worked. "Okay, Diane, chill out." Diane gave me a look. "Don't tell me to chill out." Sam hid a smile. "Hey, what are you looking at? By the way, how are the clouds up there?" Me, Dean, and Sam all said, "Hey!" at the same time.

Diane laughed. I punched her in the arm. She punched me back. Harder.

"Ow," I said. "Yeah," Diane said smugly, "big sister rules." I rolled my eyes. They just started driving. We assured them we would pop up in a second. "This is so weird," I said. Diane raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. "You said it." There was the tug and I sighed, slightly irritated. "I hate this part," Diane grumbled.

We popped up in the backseat of the Impala. Dean flinched. "We're just as bad as Cas, we know," Diane said. Dean raised an eyebrow but said nothing to her. "So what are we supposed to do now?," he asked Sam. Sam looked at me. "We hunt, per usual. I mean, this doesn't really change anything." Dean and Diane gave him a look.

"You kidding me? This changes everything!" Dean said. I sorta raised my hand and lowered it awkwardly. "You know, we are sitting right here," I said. Sam gave Dean a pointed look at my words. Dean looked at Sam, and Diane looked at me. "Shut up," they said in unison. Me and Sam both did the surrender look.

"This is getting annoying, not to mention creepy," Diane muttered. Dean shuddered slightly. "That's what I was going to say."

At the motel, I helped Sam with research by looking in John's journal when Sam found a case. "They both look like nerds," I heard Dean say. Me and Sam raised our head at the same time, confused. "What?" we said at the same time. Diane waved it away. "Nothing." We went back to researching.

"Listen to this. A man has all the bones in his body disappear. He ended up dying, and there were no entry wounds, no drugs in his system," Sam said, sitting back from the laptop, "nothing to explain how all of his bones vanished."

Dean and Diane both wrinkled their noses. "That's gross," Diane said. I frowned. "Wait." Everyone looked at me. "Diane, I need to talk to you. Now." I took her outside and as far away from the boys as we could go. "What?" she hissed. "The bones, don't you remember?" She frowned. "Remember Daggart?" Her eyes widened.

"No way," she groaned. "Way," I said.

Daggart: A sorcerer who takes every bone in the human body to make supernatural cages to contain anything. Demons, ghosts, anything he can think of. He collects the supernatural of the supernatural.

"Think he'll come after us?" Diane exhaled. "Probably. But then we can set a trap for him." I crossed my arms. "What about the boys?" Diane rolled her eyes. "They'll be in on this, don't worry about it." I nodded. We came back into the motel room. Dean eyeballed me carefully. "What was that about?" Diane and I exchanged glances. "Hey, you said-" She groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what I said." I crossed my arms again and looked at her pointedly. "And?" She gave me the death squint.

"We already know who the guy is in your nerd research." I nudged her with my elbow. She gave me a look. "Dude, I can't talk if you keep assaulting me." I rolled my eyes. "Insulting Sam does constitute as talking." She snorted. "Whatever. The dude's name is Daggart, a sorcerer who collects the freaks of the freaks, which means he will be coming for us. So we say, why not set a trap?"

Dean looked in support, but not so much Sam. "We can't ask you to be bait." Diane shrugged. "Only one of us will be." I looked at her. "Who's that gonna be?" She looked at me. "Me," she said. I turned to her. "I'm not letting you go to a mad man as bait!"

"You won't be letting me do anything." "Diane!" "Sage, seriously, why do you want to be bait so bad?"

"Because I know he'll come after me!" We froze. She looked at me with concern. "You told me he never even saw you," Diane said in a shaky voice.

I bit my lip. "I lied." Diane took a step toward. "Why the hell didn't you tell me? You tell me when this shit happens, Sage!" I ran my hands through my hair. "It's not your job to protect me, Diane." She frowned. "Yeah, it is. It always has been. Why do you think I wanted you to quit with me? You. I want you to be happy, sis. And safe."

I sighed. "I'm doing it, Diane." She looked like she was going to say something. "I have a headache," she muttered, and she walked out, slamming the door, behind her. I sighed leaning against the wall. Dean and Sam just looked at me. "Stop looking at me like that," I mumbled.

Dean left, most likely to go after Diane. She couldn't go far anyway. I let my head hit the motel wall with a thud. i had a headache too. "You okay?" I looked at Sam, whose brow was wrinkled in concern. I pushed myself away from the wall. "Yeah, fine." Sam grabbed my arm. "You're right, about our personalities are similar. You're using the same trick I use with Dean. It bugs you, fighting with your sister."

I looked his in the eyes. His warm, brown eyes. "Especially when I know I'm right." He nodded.

"Your brother's going to kill you."

"Your sister is going to kill you, but that's never stopped anything."

"True."

"Sam?"

"Sage?"

"Shit, Diane, they're gone!"

"God dammit, Sage!"

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