#Close Shave

[snm29]

Time for a close shave!

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Claire gives Cas a haircut. It's fraught. This is a love that lasts forever. Here's the opening:

The room's tense. Most rooms with Claire in them end up being tense, Cas has found, although it may be the combination of he and Claire together that makes things this way. The only time he's heard her laugh - really laugh, not just an emphasised exhale - she had been three rooms away at Jody's house, before she knew Cas had come over. She makes him call ahead, now, so he hasn't heared it since. 

There are memories, of course: the giggly little girl on the merry go round; the 11 year old pulling faces through the rearview mirror together until she couldn't keep it together from smiling too hard; the baby who opened her eyes from a nap and started laughing with delight just to see his face. But, those memories don't belong to Castiel. They're Jimmy's. To take courage or comfort from them would be a clear and cruel violation. 

Claire in the present works on her denim jacket silently, repairing a tear from the wolf-man they'd hunted earlier with a thick, black thread. Her jacket is heavily patched, some repairs just thread and others covered over with logos and images. Cas had thought he recognised AC/DC in the mix, but when he'd pointed it out that morning Claire had just scoffed and rolled her eyes, so maybe he's wrong. 

The way she sews is harsh, tugging the needle through the same way she pulled her knife out of the wolf-man's body. Cas has seen her do it gently before - stitching up a wound on Alex with precision and care even as they bickered viciously about who's fault it was that they'd got caught in the first place, and when applying a patch that Donna had got her that said "MAMA'S LITTLE BEAR <3" on it. Right now, though, she's mad. She has every right to be. 

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[strwbryshortie]

skipping around but here is Suptober day 10, “Close Shave”

When I read this prompt I immediately thought of Michael!Dean and his dapper dangerousness

This is painted with India inks and coffee on Arches cold press paper.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Someone (Not) To Lose

It’s a close shave this time, and not just metaphorically. Castiel’s heart skips a very human beat when Nael draws his angel blade along the side of Dean’s neck and blood spurts. Its spray paints additional freckles on Dean’s face, and then the rhythmic pumping starts, a thick, scarlet spout. 

Deans eyes go wide in shock. 

Castiel roars: “NOOO!”

Nael lets Dean drop, and he lands on the already blood-slick floor, clutching at the wound in his neck.

Castiel knows there is little time. Humans are so fragile. It takes only minutes for them to bleed out. Such beautiful bodies, so delicate. Even Dean who is strength embodied and perfection poured into skin, flesh and bones. 

Castiel throws himself at Nael. It’s rage and fear against cold calculation, and Cas has to willfully control the storm of emotions that will weaken him in this fight. Their angel blades clash, sparks flying, metal singing. They’re a blur of celestial cruelty. 

Castiel lunges and pivots, stabs and slashes, blocks and punches with his other hand. His muscles are driven by urgency, his movements fuelled by fear of loss. It seems imminent, Dean growing ever paler in a widening pool of blood, eyelids drooping. 

I can’t lose him. I’d lose myself.

Maybe it is that - love - which gives him the upper hand on Nael who has nothing (and no one) to lose. Maybe God cared to blink at the earth and found he still had use of Dean Winchester and his wayward angel. Maybe it’s pure luck.

Whatever it is - in the wild tussle, Castiel’s elbow finds Nael’s nose. A crunch, and the angel staggers back, tripping over Dean’s booted foot. He flails and falls, and Castiel plunges the blade deep into his chest before Nael even hits the floor. In a blinding blaze from his eyes and mouth, Nael burns out.

“Dean!” 

Castiel is on his hands and knees at Dean’s side, kneeling in his blood. Dean is pale as a sheet and still, his eyes closed. As soon as Castiel’s hand touches the gash in his neck, the wound seals, glowing white, and leaves no trace. 

“Dean?”

Hand shaking, Castiel shifts his fingers to Dean’s carotid where he’s learned to find a human pulse if there is one. He waits, prayers bleeding from his panicked soul. Has learned to count, twenty-one, twenty-two, and -

There it is. Dean’s life, beating a faint but steady rhythm against his fingertips. 

“Thank God….!” Cas cannot help saying it.

Under his touch, Dean stirs. His brow furrows, his eyelids flutter open. And then Cas has him back, confusion in that green gaze, lips drawn apart in wonder.

“What-...?” Dean sits up in alarm, Cas’ hand on his shoulder. 

“Nael’s dead,” Castiel explains, steady now, his world righting itself on its axis. “And you’re okay.”

Remembering, Dean touches his neck and looks at his hand, then at the pool of blood they’re both sitting in.

“Damnit, Cas…”, he says in amazement. Then his eyes meet Castiel’s, crinkling in a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Cas rises and extends a helping hand. “You’re welcome.” 

He pulls Dean to his feet. Raising an eyebrow at both their blood-spattered, blood-soaked selves, he cannot help suppress an elated smirk. 

“Join me in the shower?” Castiel asks cheekily. 

Dean’s chuckle makes his heart soar.

“Least I can do, Cas. And maybe a little more.”

They leave the gory scene behind, along with the fear and the near-loss, Dean’s arm across Castiel’s shoulders, Cas’ arm around Dean’s waist, reveling in their closeness, in being alive. 

[beardedmrbean]

Somebody get this man some clean pants and a scotch or 3

[introspect-la]

FROM THE SERIES CLOSE SHAVE BY LYDIA GARNETT (2022)

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[stimtickle]

That’s what you call a close shave.

[tenaciousbarbarianinternet]

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[ohwaitwhatdamn]

This is fucking cool

Hanon for Close Shave, a photo project by Lydia Garnett on the role of hair in butch identity and style.

More about the series on HÄN Archive

[tenderhooksfuckyeah]

BBC News: Watch: Man's miraculous near-miss from runaway saw blade

BBC News - Watch: Man's miraculous near-miss from runaway saw blade

[dwampyverse-content]

Me: You know what? Since Mom doesn’t seem like she wants to watch this with me, I’ll just watch it by myself.  More cartoon for me :)

Also Me: *takes three/four weeks to watch an 11 minute half-episode*

[bilan-igg]

omg I just got a new follower, and almost blocked them on sight because of goddam reflexes

[asexual-shelly]

but what if they were like horses tho. that would be pretty cool i think

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