Angel
Words: 696
Couple: Detective Kate Beckett and Richard Castle
TV Show: Castle
Summary: There were a few angels in Richard Castle's life, one was his mother, another was his daughter, and the other was Katherine Beckett.
Disclaimer: Castle does not belong to me.
Slightly AU.
Slightly drabble.

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"Have you decided yet?" Alexis Castle questioned, moving around the kitchen island to stand next to her dad where he sat on the bar stool.

He grunted slightly, stuffing his mouth once more with the spoon over-flowing with cereal. His daughter laughed, leaving the kitchen and receiving a curious glance from Katherine Beckett, who stood by the coffee machine.

Every year, before the start of December, Richard Castle spent a week debating what decoration was to be placed on top of the Christmas tree that year. Last year it was a pretend Santa Claus, the year before, a reindeer. It was normally always different, never the same two years in a row. This year, he just couldn't decide.

He was torn, between the star and the angel. One for more obvious reason that the other. The star had not been placed on top of the Christmas tree since Alexis was atleast thirteen, it had been collecting dust at the bottom of the Christmas decorations box in the hallway closet. He had sort of missed the iconic star that sat on the tree, having not seen it for all of those years.

The angel however, it had been on the Christmas tree three years ago, but that was not something that swayed his decision. What swayed it, however, was that he was already concering him self with the other three angels in his life, he didn't feel the need to place another on top of the Christmas tree.

His mother was not someone that he usually considered an angel, she was an actress, she was dramatic by nature; Richard Castle did not believe that angels were dramatic, or very good actresses. However, having watch the interactions between his girlfriend and mother over the past month since the NYPD detective had moved in, he was seeing a bit more of that angel spirit coming from the Broadway actress.

His daughter, she had always been an angel to him; though he just never said much of it. He did however, have other things to call her – pumpkin, the light in his life, his little girl, daddy's princess – 'angel' just never really was it. His daughter acted like an angel, she had never broken any of his rules, she had never been drunk, never did drugs, she acted like one. He just never wanted to be the cheesy father who related her to an angel straight away.

The third angel, however, was probably the one who would shoot him for calling her that. Katheirne Beckett acted like no angel. She was a NYPD detective, she had killed people, she had nearly died, she carried a gun as apart of her job, and she's broken a few hearts – well, that was what he let himself believe – she would probably have his head mounted on a wall if she ever found out he thought of her as one. He was not the corny boyfriend, but to him, she was his angel.

"Have you decided on what?" the woman asked, taking the seat next to him on the other bar stool.
"Alexis!" he called over his shoulder.
"Yes?" the teenager smiled, poking her head down the stairs.
"The angel," he said simply, turning back to his coffee.

The girl's laughter echoed from the stairs as she went back to her room. The NYPD detective next to him still looked confused.

"Wait!"
"The star?" his daughter smiled, carrying both the star and angel in her hands as she deascended the stairs once again.

He groaned, being torn between the two again. He looked to Kate Beckett, seeing her smiling. As much as he loved her smile, it made him sigh and drop his head to the bench.

"The star," The NYPD detective told the girl, "before he changes his mind again."
"No! The angel," he stopped her.
"No more changing your mind Dad," his daughter laughed, placing the star on the bench in front of him, and walking towards the Christmas tree.

Richard sighed, eyes flickering to the star on the bench. He felt Kate Beckett's hand squeeze his knee, her small laugh following. He guessed that maybe one more angel wouldn't hurt, right?

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This did not turn out how I planned, just saying.

Either way, it's a slight drabble, it's probably AU, but a warning ahead, this entire series will be ESTABLISHED KATE/CASTLE, so, yeah! : )

This is my Christmas story, even though I still need to finish my Halloween one – which I am currently forcing myself to write, even when I feel like I lack a muse.

This is the first of twenty, so it'll be twelve less than my last prompt story, but each one-shot will have some sort of Caskett element and will have some sort of Christmas related thing in it. And, this time, I won't be posting the list as the first chapter, it's going to be a surprise, each time! : D I do have a list, don't worry, I know what I'm writing here people!

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