the song itself is so beautiful *sigh*

Concrete Angel

Characters: Dean Winchester, Little Susie (OC), Sam Winchester, Y/N L/N (Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean has a secret, one that kills him every year. One night, he decides to confront it, sending himself back into memory lane as he drives to his destination. It’s one thing to feel guilt, but to keep it from the one person he cared about just as much as Little Susie? Time would tell…

Word Count: 3k-ish

Warnings: Angst, Light Fluff, Mention of a Character Death

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @hasta-impalasta‘s 1k Celebration! I had the song “Concrete Angel” by Martina McBride. I hope you guys like it! After debating a lot of approaches, this one was the one that drove me to write all of this lol I hope you guys like it and PLEASE! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! <3



I watched Y/N’s sleeping form one final time before I grabbed the keys off the table and quietly opened the door, careful not to wake both her and Sam up. It was a one-man-mission. They didn’t need to tag along. Not tonight.

Her name was Susie. Little Susie, I used to call her. I remember when Dad used to drop Sammy and I off at Miss Lovett’s a few days out of the week while he went on a case. We used to be playing out in the front yard and every afternoon, the school bus would drop Little Susie off right in front of her house. And every day, she would turn around and wave at us, a huge smile on her face.


March 1987

The afternoon sun glared down at Sammy and I as we watched with a smile as the school bus came to a screeching halt across the street. After a few seconds, it drove away, leaving behind Susie Alcott, bright red hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. She would turn around and wave at us, her toothy grin so clear even from that distance.

I liked Susie.

I waited until Sammy was asleep before sneaking out of the window in the bedroom he and I shared. I wasted no time in running across the street, picking up stray rocks in the process. Once I reached her window, I bit my lip and aimed for the wood next to it and tossed a rock at it, hoping to get her attention if she was awake.

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"Mime" translation (English)

Ask the night, without an answer to bury me in empty words
Reminiscences are ephemeral releases; I wish they were a set

Loved, hated, moonlight
in the eyes that blinked more and more, yes yes, in it goes
It’s awfully annoying, so the curtains of the eyelids drop

Flowers bloom, flowers scatter, we’re performing an act we cannot watch
Each and all of it, a dream with a trick      Mime, Mime, Mime

More secrets, a uselessness you must experience, even the end was forgotten
The cat’s cradle will only tangle, is untying it impossible?

Theory, imitation, at the end of the charade,
what? am I answering my own question? Even if that’s a song, it’s dishonest
Canary, draw close the curtain

Flowers bloom, flowers scatter, we’re performing an act we cannot watch
Each and all of it, a dream with a trick     Mime, Mime, Mime
A sigh blooms, the heart closes, and the liar’s palm flutters about
At any rate, despite the sensual pleasures that fade, it’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Love the night, desire a reply, the empty space gently rustles
Amaryllis, the poison turns, the audience will disappear

Flowers bloom, flowers scatter, we’re performing an act we cannot watch
Each and all of it, a dream with a trick     Mime, Mime, Mime
Only memories do nothing but flicker, we’re quietly being destroyed
So goodnight for today
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP     ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH
Mime, Mime, Mime

Staggering     Happily     Falling drops     Sadly
Fluttering     Strangely     Indecisive World



Translated by bloom

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