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For details …. Summer lovers, water babies! This print is for you! Waves of blue, splashes of red,…. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Twist and Shout. Mar 05, Emma rated it it was amazing. View all 7 comments. Jan 05, Susan rated it it was amazing Shelves: to-re-read , read-in-english , favourites.

This isn't a fanfiction. This is a masterpiece. I cried and I laughed and I cried again while I was sobbing like a stupid but it wasn't my fault.

This thing is just I don't have words to describe it. Just, read it if you already haven't. Even if you don't ship destiel or if you don't know anything about Dean, Cas, Supernatural 'cause the characters are original. But be prepared???

Ok I'm done now, sorry. See you, then. View all 4 comments. This story will break your heart, I was sobbing.. Medical student Castiel meets bad-boy Dean at a college party in It is love at first sight but prejudice and the Vietnam draft threaten their partnership.

The usual fanfic typos but otherwise well-written, the sex scenes are understated. View all 3 comments. May 04, Maddie Xenidakis rated it it was ok.

Okay, listen. Do you want to cry a lot? Read this. It will do that. But I have a few words. This review should be generally spoiler free. Nothing specific will be mentioned, though overall series of events will be referred to. Twist and Shout is an spn fanfic, a tearjerker known by most in the fandom because of its ability to make you cry. I have a big problem with how this story made me hate Dean, however.

It was angst piled on angst, shitty things happening one after the other to Cas. It's ang Okay, listen. It's angst for the sake of angst, and one major decision on Dean's part that quite honestly made me not like him anymore. If you're the kind of reader that doesn't mind a character being an asshole just to further a plot intended to gut you, then you will enjoy this.

You'll read it and then join the hoards of people on tumblr crying over gifsets of record players and Elvis. This, however, is a beloved ship of mine. Jun 25, Monica rated it it was amazing. After hearing all of the hype from my kin on Tumblr about how this basically changed their life and how they bawled their eyes out and became more emotionally stable then they already are, I decided it was time I checked what the fuss was about.

Now you see, I myself am a huge Destiel shipper so I went in with high expectations looking for a good read. And a good read it was. A brilliant read it was. It was funny, cute, adorable and heartwarming. And then I got to the turning point. If there is After hearing all of the hype from my kin on Tumblr about how this basically changed their life and how they bawled their eyes out and became more emotionally stable then they already are, I decided it was time I checked what the fuss was about.

If there is one fanfic you ever read, let it be this one. This deserves to be published. It ripped my heart out and made cry a river of tears. Twist and Shout is beautifully crafted.

Getting you even more attached than you already are to Dean and Cas and then turning their relationship upside down. The ending was absolutely heartbreaking and I will admit that the last few chapters took me a long while to read as my tears kept blurring my vision. This fanfic just I can't describe it. Just think of every positive connotation mixed with all words that describe your heart being figuratively broken.

It more than lived up to my expectation and I don't know why I didn't read it sooner. View 1 comment. Aug 06, Kayla rated it it was amazing. We need more writers like this. Writers that make you feel. There were so many times, while reading this, that I truly believed these two people existed. It was like the writer just wrote down history.

These events had to of happened because if not - how do they feel so absolutely real? View 2 comments. Apr 14, Jess the Romanceaholic rated it it was amazing Shelves: fanfiction , no-hea , major-illness-or-injury , m-m , historical , estranged-lovers-or-marriage , terminal-illness , i-cried-like-a-baby , yes-its-really-that-good , steam-level-hot. For those who are fans, there may be a bit of disappointment that the characters are out of character.

For me, honestly, I didn't mind them being out of character, but it was jolting at times to have the show references, because despite the character names, I had honestly forgotten it was a fanfiction by the time I was about halfway through, since the story had pulled me in so much.

I have never, in my entire life, cried this hard over a book. Sure, I've sniffled. I've even wiped a few stray tears or gotten quite choked up at times. I've had books that have stuck with me for days, and weeks, and even months. This story though? Had me sobbing like a baby. I'm not exaggerating when I say I haven't cried like this except over deaths in my own family.

Days later an Elvis song came on at work and I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom and compose myself before I could continue to go about my day. Read this at your own risk. When people say that it broke their hearts, listen to them.

When they say they cried for days, listen to them. My best friend thought I was exaggerating and read it. She's coming over tomorrow and I'm baking her a casserole out of guilt because she's so broken up over it.

Sweat rolled off his temple and he let out a harsh breath, falling into the wall. Cas flexed his fingers, pushing his palm to the wall, eyes squeezed shut, breathing through the high. He gently straightened himself, wobbling from the vertigo as he heard Dean tucking himself up, not bothering to zip up his fly.

Dean followed him and Cas felt bad, watching him go to the window and light a cigarette, staring down at the traffic. The sun was a soft purple above the building beside them, outlining him in gold.

He sniffed, breathing harshly, nodding his head. He calmed himself and pawed at his eyes, shaking his head, pulling away. Dean watched him cautiously, hand trailing down to his neck. He wanted to tell him it was okay. The following situations and characters are a work of fiction.

Any similarities between real or actual events or people is purely coincidental and are in no way intended to offend or appropriate the subjects they have adapted to these particular circumstances.

Readers may encounter some ideologically sensitive material such as homophobia, depression, drug use, alcoholism, PTSD, warfare, violence, and terminal illness. We together. One being. Flow together like water. Till I can't tell you from me. I drink you. Cas held his drink high as he navigated the crowd. It was as if the room were made of nothing but elbows as people pushed past him and into him, the threat of beer being sloshed onto his clothes an all too real danger.

He jostled past Anna Milton, all long red hair and even longer legs, and she smiled at him, stopping a moment on her way to the back of the house. Cas nodded, grinning a little, using the back of his hand to push his glasses back into place.

She giggled and touched the white collar of his shirt, kissing him on the cheek. Finals are torture! We all know you aced! Castiel could feel the blush creeping up and coloring his ears, but he continued to shrug the compliment off. You could get lucky tonight! She gave him a long look and smiled. Castiel scoffed, taking a sip of his beer while she laughed at him. Finishing his swallow, he was just opening his mouth to say something else when there was a displaced roar from the front of the house.

Several people turned to look, some fidgeting nervously. An engine gunned and from the archway to the foyer, Castiel could see a bright beam of yellow light spearing through the front window. A friend shushed her and everyone was quiet, the music pouring out of the dining room seeming louder than ever in the gathered silence.

A group of guys moved to the window, and though he could barely see over them he craned his neck to watch as they crowded around it, their hands on the glass. Cas frowned and the engine cut off, the light going with it. Parked on the lawn?

So that was the light he had seen. He felt his pulse quicken — whoever it was, they had guts parking on the Delta lawn in the middle of the night, especially when they were apparently not welcome. She looked at Cas and raised her eyebrows. Cas blew a breath out of his mouth and then glanced back at the foyer, still curious.

Two girls had replaced the boys at the window, and were whispering to each other as he approached. He stared over their heads, but it was too dark to see from his distance what they were looking at. They giggled into their hands, attempting tokeep their breath from fogging up the glass, and one of them began tugging on their skirts a little in anxiety. It was too dark to tell the model, but the group was really two — four Fraternity brothers that Castiel knew from school and one individual a little taller than them, his back angled towards Cas.

Castiel blinked and then rolled his eyes as the girls squealed. Cas snorted at the conversation and turned away, trying to remember if he would end up in the dining room if he went past the staircase on his left. Someone had changed the album and now The Beatles was filtering through the house. Abandoning the otherwise uninteresting stranger, Castiel made his way past the stairs, itching to dance. He bounced a little on his toes and hummed to the beat as he turned a corner — and excellent.

The front parlor had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor, the sofas pushed to another room one was even outside to make space for the people already jammed inside, rocking with the music.

In the sea of people he could see Hester laughing and bobbing her head as a boy whispered something in her ear. He looked around for a place to set his drink and settled for the mantle already littered with bottles, and then hurried to her, pardoning himself as he knocked against the dancing people who were too engrossed in the music, or their partners, to care much.

He followed her example and soon the two of them were dancing, working into the groove of the group. Cas bent his ear instinctively to her, still moving his feet and she repeated herself, louder. About who came? Cas pulled back and rolled his eyes again, shoving his glasses back up his nose. He really needed to get the frames adjusted…. Who is it? He frowned, annoyed. Did Rich fight him? He said he would if he showed — those two hate each other…wait, did you see it?

His bike? She tossed her head. Well, and all those rumors! Not on my life! Where have you been? Castiel shook his head and Hester tugged at his arm, dragging him through the waves of people and out, placing them near the stairwell where it was less crowded. She motioned for him to get closer, and he did so, ducking his head so that he could hear her more clearly. She picked up a cup beside it and held it up to her nose, sniffing and making a face as she put it back.

She coaxed him down to her level again and he followed, moving slightly closer. She shrugged again. Could go either way! Castiel pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose with his finger. Hester smiled and laughed at him and grabbed him by the wrist to drag him back into the mob of people before stopping near the kitchen. A few minutes later Hester came barreling out of the kitchen, grabbing Cas by the arm again, surprising him and causing him to jump.

I love this song! Maybe they'll play around here and we can go see them together! Castiel rolled his eyes and moved along with Hester, bobbing his head, and Hester wouldn't stop grinning, but then Cas' attention was drawn elsewhere when he saw someone walk out of the kitchen. Hester stopped when she noticed that Castiel wasn't dancing anymore, and she followed his eyes.

Castiel watched as Dean walked through the crowded room, right past them, and he could feel the brush of his leather jacket against his arm, and it sent a sort of chill through his body. Dean continued walking without looking back, and he rounded a corner and disappeared. You sort of drifted off there for a moment. I heard he likes to start things, you know? Cas stared at the spot where Dean had turned for a moment longer before nodding and letting his body start to reacclimatize acclimate to to the music, his attention back to Hester.

He smiled at Hester and she bit her lip coyly, sneaking his hands to her waist. Cas stalled for a moment when his palms brushed over her dress, his throat growing a little thick. His fingers twitched and he settled them on her body, her own arms coming up over his shoulders.

He took a breath and tried to look over her shoulder even as she tried to peer right in his eyes. He knew how Hester felt about him. Cas wished, with every part of him, that he could reciprocate. It was maddening to be so offbeat, and yet he had to keep dancing anyway, regardless of how he felt.

She was one of the best friends he had, and he was desperate not to lose her. Things at school had been going so well. He must have frowned because Hester suddenly looked concerned, blinking at him, his gaze zeroing in on her cat-eye liner. She had been poring over magazines for hours, probably, just to look as good for him as possible and it made his stomach drop.

He stared at her face, voice incredulous. She peered up at Cas, starting to turn her head over her shoulder, but stopping herself. Cas sort of moved his head towards the sound of her voice, but only out of reflex. It was frightening; slightly horrible, just like Hester had said, but not entirely. His heart hammered and he immediately felt his palms start to get clammy as he held his breath. Just watching him from the back wall of the room, his one hand fiddling with a bottle cap, the other holding a beer, and Cas finally remembered to inhale, and he smiled.

Cas opened his mouth to say something, and he could feel Hester digging her nails into his sweater, but it was like he was experiencing it from very far away. Dean raised the beer to his mouth and took a pull from it before lowering it and giving Cas a deeper smile, the corners of his mouth digging into his cheeks.

Cas immediately feared that he was going to come straight for him, but Dean walked around to the other side of the room instead. Lisa…he saw where Dean stood now and there she was, in her yellow party dress, her dark hair laying perfectly on her perfect shoulders, and Dean was leaning his arm over her on the wall, smiling down at her bright face. Cas blinked at the sight of Dean grinning at her.

He watched Dean shift backwards and look over his shoulder. He winked. Really, Hester. You know how hard I was working…I guess it just sort of hit me. He waited for her to go inside after a brief goodnight kiss on her cheek that had her blushing too hard for him to be comfortable, and then he started up the walk again. He paused for a moment, looking at the bike still parked on the lawn.

He took a sharp breath, eyes roaming on the handles and the seat, and then began the long trek to his apartment off campus. Besides, he liked the privacy. No one to stare at him, to try and figure anything out. Just him and the endless studying he did to keep his dreams of being a doctor alive.

It was living that Lou Christie song. He walked down the sidewalk, the only light coming from the streetlights lining the road and the occasional car passing by, headlights streaking past and flashing in his face, blinding him for a moment before he was able to see again.

The cool air of the night blew past and nipped at his skin, and he tugged his hands out of his pockets to pull his sleeves over his fingers, crossing his arms over his chest. He passed a couple of people on his way home, a small group of men and women making their toward the Delta house, toward the party back where Dean was, probably still talking to Lisa. It shouldn't bother him that much, and he tried to ignore the small sinking feeling he got when he thought about Dean speaking with Lisa, leaned against the wall and smiling down at her.

He breathed and walkedtoward his apartment, kicking at stone on the sidewalk, watching as it veered off and landed in the grass.

He walked on, passing lamp post after lamp post, and after the small group of people, there was no one else in sight. It was lonely, and a little frightening, to be walking home by himself in the dark, but he could handle this. Plus, it wasn't too far to his place, and if he quickened his pace, he could make it there in no time. The streets were quiet and Castiel pulled his arms closer to his body, stopping for a brief moment to look behind him before he turned around to start walking again.

Okay, so he was nervous, but you would be too if you had to walk home by yourself in the middle of the night. He laughed softly, shaking his head, and started to hum, attempting to keep himself busy and worry-free. He stopped abruptly and turned on his heels, his eyes first meeting a wheel, and the further they traveled up, the more he recognized. It was a motorcycle, the color dark, but he also recognized who was on it.

His eyes continued up, and he stopped when he reached the face, and even in the dull light of the street lamp he could see the green eyes of Dean Winchester. You're the only one standing there. Immediately, Cas could feel his face grow hot and he looked down at the ground, taking a step back.

Castiel shifted on his feet, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth before nodding and taking a step forward. And Dean grinned, the most wolfish thing that Castiel had ever seen in his life, and started up the engine of the motorcycle as Castiel threw his leg over the back and seated himself behind him.

Tentatively, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's middle and held on as Dean revved the engine and kicked off, sending them flying down the street. Castiel remembered with horror that he had never been on a motorcycle before. Under his fright there was a hint of exhilaration though, something fluttering and new. By the time Cas realized they had gone way past his apartment, he was too caught up in the moment to speak up about it.

At some point he vaguely understood that Dean probably had no intention of taking him back to his apartment in the first place. His heart jumped in his chest and his breath caught at the implications. He felt Dean chuckle more than he heard it, and Cas stalled his movements, shocked when Dean leaned into the touch. Cas felt the firm muscle under his palm and tried to look at anything around them to keep himself from blushing.

He watched the buildings streak past. If people followed them with their eyes it was only for a moment before they kept walking or driving. In a random burst of anxiety, Cas worried that someone would recognize them only to calm himself with the understanding that it was dark and they were probably going too fast anyway — besides, all the people who knew him were back at Delta House. Who, last he had seen, had been acting extremely interested in Lisa Braeden, but was now taking him somewhere on the back of his motorcycle.

A second later, he felt them slow down, coasting to a stop beside a lit diner that he had been to maybe once before with a few friends when they had ventured this far into the city. You know what that is, right? He stood a foot or so from him watching as Dean stood, humming to himself. He oozed confidence, and Cas had to try his best not to just check him out every time he got the chance. Dean just smirked, pulling a cigarette from a pack stowed in his jacket, the matches balanced in the other hand.

He lit up and took a pull, offering it to Cas as they stood right outside the diner, the lights from inside casting shadows on the street. Dean shrugged and surged ahead, still humming to himself, singing a little under his breath, Cas following behind him, the bell above the diner door jingling as they entered. Dean smiled and brought his cigarette back up to his mouth, finally turning his eyes to Cas.

Cas nodded. He just wanted a ride home, and now he was out of his comfort zone and the idiot smiling at him was to blame. Cas cleared his throat and Dean flicked his eyes back up to him. He pulled on his cigarette and Cas shifted a little, glancing out the window. You must live in the library. Cas glanced away, his cheeks no doubt stained with red. To Dean Winchester of all people. Fuck he was stupid. Dean nodded and shrugged. He said it so matter-of-factly, like this is the only reason why he offered Cas a ride- just so that he could take him to this diner and buy him some french fries and a milkshake, and then claim it as their first date.

They didn't even know each other. Cas only knew about Dean from what Hester had told him back at the party, and Dean hadn't even asked for his name yet. Castiel narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, but Dean didn't falter at all. The way Dean was staring at him made him nervous and his voice faltered as he spoke.

It made his cheeks grow red and butterflies flutter around in his stomach. He didn't seem to care about being out in public with Cas, buying him food and claiming this to be their 'first date' out loud. But then you left before I could talk to you. I was going to let you go, but, I figured, 'Hey, why not? Castiel laughed softly, shaking his head as he turned back to look outside of the window.

The street lights were barely illuminating the sidewalk, and a car passed by. Not offer them a ride a home, and then just not take them home. I was pretty hungry anyway. Castiel pushed his glasses up with his finger and tapped his nails on the formica, a tense silence falling over them. He tilted his head at Castiel, inclining him to speak. Castiel stopped drumming on the table top and tried to think of something to say.

He was going to become a doctor. He lived alone in a shitty apartment and pretended to touch girls at parties. This was probably the most interesting thing that had ever happened to him, so he supposed he might as well tell the truth. Castiel remained silent and Dean covered his mouth with his hand, chuckling and looking at the counter for a few seconds.

Castiel opened his mouth, but just as he was about to retort, a milkshake and a plate of fries were set down on the table. And sit up! For a moment Castiel was stunned at having been interrupted, but soon relief washed over him because he really was not in the mood for arguing at the moment.

Especially with Dean Winchester, who was already starting to get under his skin. He quietly thanked Ellen, pulling his milkshake closer and staring down at the tabletop, because what if she had heard what they were talking about? She seemed down to earth enough, so maybe she wouldn't care? Castiel turned his attention back to Dean, only to find that Dean was staring directly at him, his eyes falling to rest on his lips, which were casually poised over his straw.

Castiel jerked back, and Dean laughed. Dean pulled a fry from the plate and pushed it between his lips, chewing it slowly, his eyes never leaving Castiel. And Castiel awkwardly put his lips around his straw, looking anywhere but Dean. The sight had to have been hilarious, but really, he didn't give a damn. Well, hoping to go pro with the whole racing thing.

I am pretty good at it, after all. And I'm really wanting to buy a better place when I save up enough money. That is, after I send my brother to school. He's been going on and on about wanting to become a lawyer. Castiel found himself perceiving Dean with a soft sense of surprise. Real good kid. He shook his sleeve out and took his fries two at a time from that point on, always swiping a bit of milkshake onto them.

Cas snorted at the action and let himself have another sip of his own drink. Cas pecked at his plate nervously before sighing at the question; he flicked a grain of salt off of the table while he went about forming a decent answer to the query. He heard the sound of Dean eating, and the buzz of the light overhead and the metallic clank of someone putting quarters into the jukebox at the back of the restaurant. The needle scratched on the record and some old Julie London song came on, filling the diner with a sweeping, sad, sound.

Cas, without thinking, put his own on a napkin and slid it across to him, watching as he bit that too, laying the stems side by side. Dean lit another cigarette and drew on it, the smoke floating across the table when Cas waved it away with the back of his hand. Castiel smiled, shaking off the dull sense of hurt from thoughts of his family, focusing instead on Dean. His heart thudded a little with that spark of attraction and his mouth felt too dry and there was that strange left over taste of sugar on his teeth.

Dean smirked, but remained silent, standing up, Cas followed the movement, his knee knocking awkwardly on the edge of the table. He was being so quiet, and it made Castiel uneasy — had he done something wrong? Maybe he should have been more sensitive. Lied or something. Cas felt the chilly, damp air hit him and his stomach flipped. He froze. His shoes crunched on the concrete as he toed at it and he swallowed thickly. Dean grinned at him, the end of his cigarette glowing dull red. You took me to a diner.

Dean tilted his head back, laughing, and he dropped his smoke, stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. Cas was feeling panicky and cornered by the sound of it and his chest was tight from the embarrassment, his face hot. He watched for some sign of remorse but Dean just laughed harder, and Castiel was not going to be made a fool of by someone who barely knew him.

He shook out his fists and pulled out his own wallet, picking out a bill and crumpling it furiously. You really know how to treat someone. He was a fucking idiot. And Dean Winchester was an even bigger idiot. He was smarter than that, and Dean Winchester was trouble, and the attraction he felt was just a side effect of his distrust, he was sure.

His heart was skipping beats because Dean was an asshole, not because he was someone worth getting on the back of a motorcycle for. The engine of the motorcycle ripped through the dark, but Cas kept walking, even as he heard Dean slide out onto the empty street, speeding up and walking his bike alongside the curb, keeping one eye on oncoming traffic, the other on Cas. Cas swallowed, arms tightening over his chest. He shrugged pathetically, and then put his hand on his head, petting his hair nervously, still looking down at his speedometer.

Cas squinted, and he could tell that Dean was being sincere; his eyes said it. He deflated a little, scuffing his shoe on the sidewalk. Cas took a few steps forward. His body felt strange and cottony with that frightening thrill again. His eyes went heavenward and Dean tugged at his tie, pulling him closer, down towards his mouth. God, it had been — not since high school; his thoughts started to scatter, his eyes still on the sky above them until a hand tilted his chin down.

He cut the engine and it purred and popped for a moment before going silent and Cas heard him step off of the bike, his shadow a darker outline against the shadows of the dim corridor. He raised his hand and beckoned Cas over. Cas looked up and down the street and crossed the short distance towards Dean. His breathing picked up as he got closer and Dean smiled at him reassuringly. Dean continued his way up, pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth again. Cas tried to do as he was told. He loosened his hold and melted against the wall, and as he acclimated his smile surfaced, Dean pressing in closer, the heat rolling off his body making up for the April chill.

Dean made a soft noise, a sort of groan, and Castiel slipped his fingers into his belt loops, tugging him closer. Dean moved so easily; in a blink they were flush. Cas nodded and Dean grinned, hands finding a firmer grip beneath his shirt and resting on his hips, the cool air against his skin making Cas shudder slightly.

When Dean moved in to kiss him harder, Cas moved with him, leaning forward the slightest bit and capturing Dean's lips with his own. It spurred Dean on, hands moving and gliding over his sides and lower back, and Cas slid his fingers through Dean's hair, gasping, giving Dean the chance to lick into his mouth. Their tongues tangled and Cas let his hands rest on the back of Dean's neck, holding him close, Dean pushing his hands farther up Cas' shirt, ghosting over the skin of his stomach, fingers bumping over his ribs, pulling a shudder out of him.