Supernatural imagines

Dean x Reader ~ three

(In Love There is Magic)

Imagine: You are a Purnima, a magic creature who lives only by the moon. One day you find yourself meeting a man who causes you to choose between your family and your new-found friend.

Stumbling, you fell into the dirt. You coughed as a cloud of dust rose around you and floated gently back to the forest floor. The silver rays of the moon which did imprison you, slowly evaporated into nothing. Timidly, you edged your hand out to where the light had been. When everything remained as it was, you stepped deeper into the forest. In the black of night, all was quiet, not even the wild animals stirred. Gracefully, you raised your hand, turning your palm up to the sky. A softened light broke through your skin, illuminating the trees around you. With only the small flame in your hand to guide you, you trod cautiously through the forest. Branches above you intertwined, holding hands, lovingly. You knew that you would surely never find someone who could hold your hand in such a way. There was an air of beauty about the night; quietly, you tip-toed, barefooted over the cold ground, twigs and leaves crunching beneath you. Reaching the strange hinterland of the forest, you perched on a fallen tree, and took a deep breath. Guiding the light in your hand, you sent shining streaks of gold into the air, curling and twirling. Delicate sparks of resplendent yellow traversed the atmosphere. You watched in wonder... This was good. This was magical. But what use was this if no one aside from yourself would ever see it?

Time passed as it did every other night; you spent your hours alone, imagining a world that was not so isolated. Roaming the sleepy forest, you decorated the night with features of light and colour. It was the most you could do for the world, and it was the closest you could come to daytime. From what you had heard, it was ebullient and exciting. Quite the opposite of the life that you lead. How you longed to explore life in the sunlight, and meet other people- humans. You yourself were not quite human. There was magic in your heart. You were an entity of borrowed light, forged from the moon and the stars. You were temporary. You were a Purnima- your species, what few of you were left, were almost the same as humans, but you were made of  moonlight and magic. So, at sunrise, you would fade, and that was why you would never see the sun. As the moon departed, so did you. It was a shame really. You had such a curious mind, which was destined never to be satisfied. Your father had warned you to stop thinking about humans- he said they were dangerous... But you just didn't believe him. All those fairy tales you'd heard about people, all the things they built, how could they be dangerous? He told you "Never go near them, never speak to them, and for goodness sake, don't let them touch you."

Turning your face up to the blanket of grey, it seemed to you a rather dull night. That's when you had an idea. Drawing your hands close to your chest, you began to fashion thousands of tiny lights. Moments later, you gazed up at the sky with wide eyes. You lifted your hand in an arc, sprinkling the stars across the sky. 'Much prettier' you thought. Smiling to yourself, you sighed and watched your creation sparkle. After only an hour or so, in the distance, you spotted the first light climbing over the horizon. As day broke, the darkness dispersed, giving way to the early morning. Hurrying, your waved your hand above you, making the stars vanish. Quickly, but carefully, you sprinted away, as far back into the forest as you could go. The further you got from the light, the longer you could stay, and that was all that mattered. The sun chased your heels, teasing you to run faster. As the trees became sparse, you slowed. The safety of the forest, the cover it provided, was where you needed to stay. You hid behind a big oak tree, and watched the sky pale and break into a vibrant blue. "Good morning." You whispered to yourself. It was time. Heaving a sigh, you shut your eyes and stepped out from behind the tree, into the path of light which now peaked above the land. Feeling the warmth on your skin caused you to smile- this was your favourite part, even if it meant you had to say goodbye. Looking down at your hands, transparency blotched your skin like ink, running from your fingertips, up the length of your arm and snaking up your neck.  The last visible feature was your eyes, they glowed bright (e/c) and finally faded too. Until night...