Fantasy World in Real Places

Artist Omer Agam, aka Omerika manipulates pictures by adding a dose of fairy and fantasy. In her collection entitled Whismical, she stages characters and object by miniaturizing them of by incorporating touches of supernatural. A lovely travel in a dreamlike and enchanted world, that could remind everyone who would going there, in his old dreams.

Let’s Pretend (End)

Summary: AU! Dean and the reader are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Dean asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend for a family wedding and the reader agrees.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,211

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Omgsh, I’m so sad to be finishing this fic! But yay for sequels! This part was mostly done because of Lexi fvckinpayno​, she helped me through it all and the confession is ALL HER! I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you, Lexi, for being with me through it all and marking this fic with you glorious talent!

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You were too preoccupied to hear Dean shouting through the window, and Sam yanked him back before you could take notice. “Let them have their moment,” Sam said.

Dean was already pacing the room, hand gripped on the back of his neck. “I can’t believe our little sis has a girlfriend. How long do you think she’s been keeping this from us? What else do you think she’s hiding?”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?”

Dean’s footsteps came to a halt as he paused to gape at his brother. “You already knew.”

“I didn’t want to say anything until she told us herself,” Sam shrugged, “which is why you have to keep your mouth shut when she comes back inside. She’ll tell us when she’s ready to.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, leg bobbing up and down.

You came through the door shortly after, your girlfriend’s lipstick already wiped onto the back of your hand. She was making it harder and harder to keep it a secret, but you couldn’t resist seeing her every time she called.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, Dean was already across the room assaulting you with a bear hug. He squeezed the breath from your lungs, but that was okay because neither of you needed to say anything.

The Signs and Gravity Falls...
  • Aries:would marry a woodpecker and have a wonderful marriage
  • Taurus:would haunt the Northwest Mansion and turn everyone into trees
  • Gemini:would kiss a merman and get away with it
  • Cancer:would obsess over a boy band and capture them in a giant cage
  • Leo:would have all three journals, but lose it to Grunkle Stan
  • Virgo:would sing karaoke to the dead
  • Libra:would anger the Summerween trickster, but eat it before it can eat you
  • Scorpio:would make copies/clones of themselves so they can finish their duties
  • Sagittarius:would trust Grunkle Stan and not push the button
  • Capricorn:would anger the ghosts of Dusk 2 Dawn by throwing hot dogs at them
  • Aquarius:would be the new Love God, but will lose the job two years later
  • Pisces:would throw away all of their secrets in the bottomless pit

You took a look at your watch as you sat down, biting your bottom lip hesitantly. Leaving your small backpack between your legs, you quickly scanned the faces of people. Some wore hoodies with big labels on the front, and others simple sweaters and shirts about shows and books you’d only glimpsed at before. There was a regular woman that wore a pair of tattered boots with broken soles, and always held a crocheting needle and a ball of yarn. 

However, you were looking for someone else. He always sat in front of you, jacket wrinkled after a day of work and with a suitcase on his lap. The first time he caught you looking at him, you blushed for hours after and got off three stops too early. Soon, though, you became the one to catch him staring at you, smiling hesitantly every time you met his eyes. 

You let out a disappointed breath as the sub began to move, the seat in front of you occupied by a man with long brown hair and a black and white plaid shirt. He reminded you of him—handsome, tall, and held his shoulders in a similar way—but you were still sad it wasn’t him.

“Looking for me?”

You jumped with surprise, stifling a gasp as you turned to face the husky voice. A pair of bright green eyes greeted you, quickly accompanied by a fluttering, nervous smile.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, unable to suppress your grin. “And what if I am?”

“I would be happier than you could believe,” he chuckled. “Especially because we’re strangers.”

“There’s one way to fix that — hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Dean Winchester,” the man smiled, taking your hand and shaking it.

“And what is it, Dean Winchester, that brings you to these lands?”

“Well, that, sweetheart, is a long story.” Dean glanced at the man with long hair. “And you probably wouldn’t believe me.”

“I don’t know, it’s a long ride.”

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