Chapter 11

By the top of the stairs, Beckett was well and truly in cop mode. She held up her had for everyone to stop. If they barged straight in like her the Winchesters clearly wanted to, well they might have the element of surprise, but on the other hand they could be running straight into a trap. She peered cautiously around the door. At first ( Read more... )

Chapter 10

Witchcraft was real! Castle accidently let out a slight whoop of excitement when the blue flames shot up from the bowl and the witches were suddenly tied up. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes, but if there was anything he’d learnt over the past few days, it was that if something looked impossible, it probably wasn’t. He was getting more ( Read more... )

Chapter 9

Beckett glanced across at Castle. She didn’t like this plan, but they had no time to think of a better one. At least it was more practical than most of the ideas Castle had suggested, which had ranged from blessing the clouds so it would rain holy water to putting out an announcement that the Winchesters would be in an empty building and ( Read more... )

Chapter 8

“So you exorcised them, right? Problem solved?” Castle asked hopefully. He knew it wouldn’t be that simple, things never were. Usually, he liked it that way. Simple was boring. What kind of book finished with ‘and then they saved him and sent all the demons back to hell’? But this was one time when Castle really, really wanted the simple ( Read more... )

Chapter 7

Beckett could feel for Castle. She might be better at hiding her dazed expression, but the feelings of confusion and disbelief were still there. And that was knowing what had happened the day before. Castle had been unconscious and in an ambulance on the way to the hospital by the time any of the action had taken place, and now here was ( Read more... )

Chapter 6

Blurriness gave way to a white ceiling. Castle shifted slightly in the hospital bed, his whole body protesting every movement. For a moment, confusion swirled in his head, and then he was hit with the sudden, joyful realisation that he was alive. He’d got out. He’d survived. The image of Kate’s concerned face looking down at him, slightly ( Read more... )

Chapter 5

Beckett pushed the window up with gloved hands. It opened easily, despite the age of the building and the creaking of the frame. Someone had opened it recently and, strangely, taken the time to close it behind them. She bent down and climbed through it carefully, trying not to disturb the smudge of dried blood on the sill.

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Chapter 4

Castle came around chained to a wall in a dungeon. Well, okay, a basement, but it would be a dungeon when he told the story. He blinked groggily in the dim light, lifting his thudding head to look around. Everything was in shades of grey. The floor was rough concrete with dark unidentifiable stains creeping across it. There ( Read more... )

Chapter 3

Beckett had just finished breakfast and was heading out the door on the way to the precinct when her cell phone rang. She picked up. “Beckett,” she said, as she locked her front door.

“Is Richard with you?” the voice of Castle’s mother came anxiously through the earpiece.

“No, why?”

“He went out ( Read more... )

Chapter 2

When Castle and Beckett got back to the precinct, Esposito had his chair pulled up at Ryan’s desk. They were both bent over a book lying open in front of them.

“…such a Dean-girl,” Ryan was saying.

Castle would have loved to hear the beginning of that conversation. “What’s a Dean-girl?” he asked.

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