Much was liking magic less and less. He'd tried one of Epiphany's potions and for what he'd had it was great, but he really could do without it. This whole thing was not helping his fear on the matter. His hands were bone. He was a skeleton. Was he dying? When Cas made his way down to him he was nearly ready to run and hide. "I-I'm a" He couldn't even say the words. Death meant no more Robin, no more Marian, or Cas, or anyone. It meant six feet under. Buried or hanging from a noose. He was pretty sure neither thing had actually happened in the last twenty four hours, but yet there it was. Boney hands as proof. He wriggled his fingers and might have had a heart attack if he'd even had a heart at the time. He couldn't tell. He couldn't hear it in his ears like he expected when the fear flooded him.
When Cas took his wrist he nearly pulled back in surprise. Not wanting him to catch whatever he had. Was that possible? He didn't have anything. He was just bone. Moving bone. It was too much. Then the light of the library touched him and his body was his own again as though it had indeed been a trick. "I don't know!" He snapped in more of a panicked way then he meant to. "I don't know." He repeated in an attempt to calm himself down as he met Cas's eyes.
When he moved into the light further his body was once again his own. Skin that was drained of it's color from shock reformed over the bones. "I didn't do anything. I didn't-"He trailed off as he looked up at the moon again and reached out his free hand. As expected, it the flesh seemed to melt into the light of the moon revealing the barest of bones and a panic stricken Much.