I don't own a word of Castle.
They hunted monsters. Monsters that lurked in the night, monsters that hid in plain sight. It didn't matter. They were all going down. It was funny. sometimes they would work a simple murder, one that ended with an arrest and jail sentence. But sometimes, they would be forced to play a twisted game. Someone's demented mind leading them down a path no honest person traveled, willingly. Then they would play the hand they were dealt and deal with the repercussions. Many times they would stare into the bottom off a bottle, sickened by the brutality of the world outside their doors, choking back bile and attempting to drown their horror one beer at a time. But no matter how soulcrushing a case, they always picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and headed out to rid the world of monsters, one at a time if necessary. Hunting down the things that went bump in the night.