It is the second time my hand has turned into some strange, shimmering, golden metal. I don't think it's the actually hand that turns metallic, though.
Since I could still feel my blood and flesh in there, I'm more inclined to believe that the metal is just a coating. Like a protective shield. Humans don't have protective shields.
So what am I?
"You can just ask me." I hear Dean offer. I have been too overwhelmed that I forgot he was seated right by my side.
"Ask you what?"
"What you are." He answers. "There is nothing wrong with not being human."
Really? And what other freakish creature can one be? Dean must have something to do with this. Or it was a stupid magic trick he pulled to scare the hell out of me.
I should get away from him.
I stand and look around the lab. Mrs. Mar
