This was requested by an Anon on Tumblr and will be written in the form of a screenplay. This is NOT the actual scene. I do not own the rights to Castle and I am in no way affiliated with Disney or ABC.

Watershed—Final Scene

EXT. PLAYGROUND

CASTLE sits on a swing, alone, looking forlorn and pushing himself gently back and forth with one foot in the sand while the other one swings with him. We see BECKETT appear from behind him as the camera zooms out. She stands at the edge of the playground, just watching him for a few moments before starting towards him.

She does not speak as she sits down on the swing adjacent to his, facing in the opposite direction. He knows she is there; he lifts his head slightly, not turning his head, and speaks.

CASTLE: How did the interview go?

BECKETT sighs, not looking at him, squinting in the afternoon sun.

BECKETT: It went alright. At least I think so…they already offered me the job.

CASTLE: That's good.

BECKETT: Is it?

CASTLE nods.

CASTLE: It's a good position. Better pay, better hours; what's not to love?

BECKETT: Castle—

CASTLE: So when do you leave?

BECKETT: That's up to you.

CASTLE finally turns to look at her, confusion written all over his face.

CASTLE: Up to me?

BECKETT nods.

BECKETT: Yes, Castle; up to you. (She sighs and looks down.) I need to know where we're going before I make any final decisions.

CASTLE's eyes widen.

CASTLE: Where we're going? I thought we already established that. I love you and you love me; isn't that enough?

BECKETT: Of course it's enough! Well, I mean…it used to be enough.

CASTLE: What do you mean "used" to?

BECKETT shrugs.

BECKETT: I don't know, Castle. Like…I don't know. We don't seem to be really going anywhere. I mean, I spend more time at your apartment than I do at my own; I'm taking up pretty much half of your closet, for God's sake! And you have your drawer at my place, as well as your own bedside table, toothbrush, and shaving kit.

BECKETT counts off on her fingers as she lists off the things they share.

BECKETT: And yet…I still feel as if we're at some kind of a standstill. I mean, I've never gotten to this point in a relationship before, so I don't really know how this is supposed to work but…I don't know, aren't we supposed to be figuring out the future by now?

CASTLE's eyes widen.

CASTLE: I…I thought…I mean I figured if I-if I brought up the future, you would…you know, run screaming. I didn't want to push you, Beckett; I know what a big deal this is to you and I didn't want to screw it all up by…

CASTLE trails off.

BECKETT (becoming frustrated): By what, Castle? Just say it, already! Stop holding back and say what you want to say!

CASTLE: Beckett, will you marry me?

Close-up on BECKETT's shocked expression.

FADE TO BLACK

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