tenerife trip

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Field Trip to Tenerife - Day 2 Teno massif (½)

We started at Punta de Teno, which was windy, but had the most beautiful view of the massif along the coast. At this point it was still a bit grey and cool.

As we tracked back to a trail the sun came out. On our ascend we found different species of Euphorbia, most notably Euphorbia canariensis, one of the species endemic to the Canary Islands.

What actually impressed me the most was the view. There was a stretch of land along the coast which was completely flat (with some wind turbines and greenhouses) and then quite suddenly arose the mountain we were standing on. It almost seemed as if you could take a rock and throw it into the sea.

When we were young

Title: When we were young

Words: 1125

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: none I think?

A/N: Here is a story I wrote while listening to Adele’s ‘When We Were Young’ and I’m not sure how to feel ‘bout it, but I hope you will like it! Oh and it’s an AU


“Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Medina. I hope you enjoyed the party?” You said, trying to sound sweet, yet formal.

The party was a success you were already planning new projects in your mind.

“We surly are, darlin’,” Mrs. Medina replied and looked around her, “Party’s just marvellous, my husband and I are already looking forward to making business with you.”

You nodded at her just before she dragged her husband with her. As much as you loved this, doing the job you loved, it was slowly draining you. You could use a long vacations, but your trip to Tenerife was more than two months away and that meant more work that you could probably handle.

“You should go and have some fun, it’s a party after all…” Jennifer, your best friend, whispered in your ear scaring the hell out of you.

“For me it’s business… But I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” You laughed, taking the last sip of wine from your glass.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, “It’s like 1 in the morning, they’re all drunk and old so you should have some fun. C’mon.”

Like usually, she didn’t wait for your answer, but dragged you in the middle of the dance floor.

“I’ve been trying to figure this out since I came here… Doesn’t that waiter look familiar? Or am I just a bit too drunk?” She asked, pointing to the waiter not far away from you.

Till now you never really paid any attention to the waiters. Sure you were grateful that they help you and you did pay them quite a lot of money, but with everything going on you never really had time.

Knowing that she won’t stop until you look at the poor guy and tell her who he is, you looked at the direction she pointed out.

Waiter was just making a polite conversation with two old, drunk ladies. Your eyebrows furrowed when you tried to figure out who he is, he did look quite familiar to you.

“I don’t know? Maybe someone from college?” You shrugged, but kept your eyes on him.

The waiter turned around and your eyes met. He froze for a second and so did you. Colour drained from your face.

“Fuck.”

“What? Who is he?” Jen asked, but you could only repeat ‘fuck’ once again.

The waiter, on the other side, quickly turned around and left.

“D-dean. It’s Dean.” You whispered like it was something bad, like no one else should hear it.

“No!” She exclaimed just a bit too loud, “No, it can’t be him. Didn’t he go to Europe with… was she Lisa?”

Silently you nodded, memories flashing in your mind. It was like 10 years ago again. Familiar ache in your chest appeared again, like it was never gone, like you never got over him.

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” You mumbled, quickly leaving the dance floor. Jennifer called after you, but you never turned around, you never looked up until you bumped into something.

“Y/N?” Deep voice you knew too well made you want to run away, but you stayed.

“Dean, hi.” You looked up at him, hoping he won’t notice how broken you still were.

“Are you okay?” His eyebrows furrowed in a cute way. He looked older, there were small wrinkles on his face and some of his hair turned grey.

“Sure, how are you?” You offered him your best smile, the one you used while talking to the important clients.

“I’m good, thanks. But you’re not really okay, are you?” He said knowingly, “Do you need some air? I’ve got those cigarettes you used to smoke.”

He sounded worried, but you knew that he won’t mind if you turn him down. Party was near the end anyways and most people already left.

“Okay.” You breathed out, “I need some fresh air.”

The two of you walked outside in dead silence, trying to find a bench. Neither of you said anything when Dean pulled out a box of cigarettes, handing you one.

You watched him as he tried to find a lighter. It felt weird, seeing him after 10 years, but it was nothing to how comfortable you felt with him. You still knew his every move.

“So…” You decided to break the silence, “How have you been? How’s Lisa and Europe?”

Dean let out a deep chuckle and shook his head.

“I’ve been okay, I’m working as a waiter at those fancy parties now and help Bobby with his car shop. And for Lisa… I’m not sure how she is. I haven’t heard from her in 6 years since I moved back here.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, clearly taken aback.

“Let’s just say that when she said she loves France she didn’t really mean the country. She’s been cheating on me ever since we moved there. Can’t say I didn’t deserve it.”

“No one deserves to be cheated on.” You mumbled, playing with the cigarette.

He chuckled at your answer and then let silence slip between you two.

“I see that your idea is successful, I think I even saw Bill Gates in there?”

“If you ask me, half of men in there looks like Bill Gates. But yes, I managed to climb up here, but I had luck if I’m honest.” You smiled shyly, looking at your feet.

“Oh c’mon don’t be humble now. It wouldn’t be half as successful if it wasn’t for you.”

You laughed and shook your head, thanking god it was night so he couldn’t see your red cheeks.

“You always believed in me, didn’t you?”

Dean shrugged, but kept quiet and so did you.

Neither of you spoke until second cigarette was finished.

“I should head back and finish the party.”

Dean didn’t say a thing, so you got up. You haven’t even left and you already knew that this was a mistake, that once again you won’t be able to get him out of your mind.

“Y/N wait…” he called after you, jogging to catch up with you. “I was wondering if we could meet for a coffee or something? To catch up whit everything, ya know.”

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea, Dean.” you mumbled when he took your hand.

“Please? You’ll have fun I promise.” His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand like it used to back in the days.

“Okay.” You gave in, “One coffee.”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, “Okay, okay. Tomorrow at 6 at our old coffee shop?”

You felt your felt your heart ache when he mentioned the old coffee shop, but you smiled and nodded.

“See you, Y/N.” He smiled and waved when you reached the door.

“See ya, Dean.”


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