When she was born, Ellie and her parents moved into this house. Ellie had always been a strange child. She talked to herself a lot. At five years old, something happened. Ellie was talking to a little girl. Meanwhile, her father was going crazy and...
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3rd P.O.V
In the sewers, Sam and Ellie were trying to untie themselves, but every time Ellie made the slightest move, she was being choked by the thing that was against her neck. They suddenly froze when someone coughed in the other room.
"That better be you, Sam and Ellie, and not that freak of nature." They heard Dean's voice ask.
Sam and Ellie both let out a relieved laugh.
"Yeah, it's us." Sam replied as Dean came into view. It seemed as if the Shapeshifter hadn't tied him up. "He went to Rebecca's, lookin' like you."
"Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one." Dean teased.
Ellie snorted.
"Yeah, right." She said.
"Yeah, that's the thing." Sam said, interrupting their moment. "He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, untying Ellie.
"I don't know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories." Sam explained.
"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, somethin' like that." Sam nodded. "I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us."
"I think it needs to keep you alive." Ellie said. Dean looked at her, confused. "Psychic connection." She cleared out.
Dean finished untying Ellie and went towards Sam.
"Hands." The younger brother quickly said. "Come on, we gotta go. He's probably at Rebecca's already."
Dean pushes the sewers thingy open and they got out.
"Come on." Sam said. "We gotta find a phone, call the police."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean stopped him. "You're gonna put an APB out on me."
Sam and Dean looked at each other as Ellie looked at her right.
"Sorry." Sam shrugged sheepishly.
"This way." Ellie called them over.
They started running in the direction Ellie guided them.
We enter a room where a woman is sitting. The woman is blond and this blonde woman is hurt. She appears to be beaten as she is covered in blood. A man is standing, few feet away from her. He is examining a knife.
