I want hair like yours, hands like yours, fingers that curl in the cold like yours. I want eyes to stare, and to cry when I'm feeling scared like you Just like you

Sam had found you in an abandoned cemetery, the only statue without any features. You weren't even what they were hunting, they were out on a Wendigo Hunt, but stumbled upon you.

At first, he thought he was just seeing things, but you moved. You reanimated. Your marble skin going from dull to warm your unfinished face slowly morphing...

Into Him.

He was horrified, taking a few steps back and pulling out his gun, but he hesitated. Shooting someone that looked exactly like him in the face was not something he could do without hesitating.

You weren't a perfect copy, though. The longer he looked at you, the stronger the unease in his stomach became. It wasn't painfully obvious you weren't human, but you were uncanny to look at for too long.

He expected you to attack him, but instead, you just watched him, making fists and looking at your form you had copied off of him. You tried learning him more, tried to copy how he moved when he took a step back, how he reached for his gun, how his face changed from fear to confusion ans maybe even fascination as he watched you.

He let you live, slowly approaching you. "Can you speak?" He asked cautiously. You tried speaking, your voice hoarse from not using it. Your voice came out sounding almost exactly like his.

It unsettled him more than he let on.

He pulled out his phone and played a clip of a random stranger speaking in a video. "Try this." He said, hoping you would take on a form that wasn't his, and you did.

"Sammy, what the hell?" Dean had watched your transformation process. "We need to study this thing, Dean." Sam insisted "This one's friendly, but we need to know how to kill it in case there's others that aren't this peaceful."

"I got two words for you, Science guy: Fuck. No. Since when are we monster daycare? We're not taking this thing with us, we're killing it." He pointed his gun at you.

"Hey, whoa, Dean, come on, man. It didn't kill anyone, we don't have to kill it." Sam held his brother's wrist to stop him. "Fine. Fucking fine, but you're responsible for it." He yanked his arm from Sam's grip.

And so they kept you. Sam noticed how the more you observed him and Dean, the more human you got, the less uncanny you were, so he let you watch YouTube videos on his phone to absorb as much variety of human characteristics as possible. He noticed how you went quiet, how your eyes lost focus, like something inside you was rotting away. Like you’re forgetting how to be.