A/N: Continuing with the previous posted ficlets (not beta-ed).

I didn't mention this last chapter but this are all unrelated. All depending on what I get prompted from followers on tumblr.

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or any of its dialogue, but all mistakes are mine.

Whispers in the dark

Prompted by Anon: (Married caskett) Castle gets drunk and Kate puts him to bed and he tells her you should get out before my wife gets home cause she has a gun and she's scary also

"You're nice," Castle slurred as she pulled him through the front door of the loft.

"Come on…" Kate said, sighing. Usually she appreciated her husband's broad form, but not when she was dragging his intoxicated body home.

They had been at an event for some charity that he was asked to support and they had ended up running into one of Castle's old poker buddies. One thing had led to another and before she could talk him out of it; the two friends were drinking each other under the table.

Needless to say—Castle had lost.

"Shhhhhh—be very, very quiet," he stage whispered. A laugh burst from Kate's lips at the absurdity of his behavior. The noise he was making would wake the dead at this point so it was a good thing that the loft was completely empty tonight.

"Castle, let's just get you into bed and then I'll get you some water and some Motrin. I have a feeling you're in for a pretty big hangover tomorrow." She led him toward their room and helped him out of his jacket before she moved to the kitchen.

By the time she made it back to their room with the medicine in hand, Castle was already lying down on the bed with his shoes still on. Shaking her head, she was too tired to even complain about that at this point.

"Here," Kate said handing him the water and painkillers.

"Pssshh. I'm fine! I'm golden!" Castle rambled, sitting up for a moment before flopping back down on the bed.

"Yeah—yeah. I'm sure you'll be golden in the morning," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just take the Motrin. I promise you'll thank me tomorrow."

He sat up again and reached for the medicine. Taking the glass in his hand, he tried to pick up the medicine a couple times before it finally ended up in his mouth.

She couldn't help but giggle at his behavior. He was even worse off than she initially had thought.

"Okay. Fine. You win. You are helpful—but you need to leave," Castle stated, concern lacing his words. The fact that he was making slightest bit of sense was absolutely amazing her.

"Oh really? You want me to leave?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. This should be good.

"Yes. It's for your own good," he warned. Kate bit down on her bottom lip to trap the laugh that wanted to escape. His tone was so serious.

"I see. For my own good," she teased. "And why is that?"

Sure she should just let him sleep, but his semi-coherent state was too entertaining to pass up.

"Duh. 'Cause you don't want my wife to see you here."

As much as she abused her lip, she couldn't prevent the giggle that flew out of her mouth. She quickly cleared her throat and tried to school her features. Castle half opened his eyes, staring at her after her outburst.

"Your wife?"

"Yes. Wife," Castle continued as his eyelids drooped. "She's a cop."

"A cop," Kate repeated with a smile.

"Yep. Cop. So she has a gun," he mumbled before a long yawn passed by his lips. Kate shook her head with a laugh and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Goodnight Castle."

Kate thought he had finally passed out as she moved to her side of the bed. Just as she was crawling under the covers, he started muttering again.

"She's kinda scary, too," he whispered, as her head hit the pillow.

"Castle!" she said, snapping up. Kate glanced over expecting to see a smile or a wince from her reaction; yet nothing.

His eyes were still closed. Was he talking in his sleep now?

"Probably could kick my ass even now…"

Well at least he knew better.

"I'd have to agree," she said, laughing as she cuddled into his side still separated by the layer of covers.

"I love her," Castle continued, eyes still fused shut. Kate's body warmed with the words. Even in his sleep he loved her.

"She loves you too. Even when you've had a little too much to drink." Reaching down to the foot of the bed, she pulled up the extra blanket and threw it over his completely dressed body.

"She's going to make a great mom," he admitted before the small snore from his mouth echoed in the room. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she rested her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes.

"I hope so, Babe. I hope so," she whispered, running her hand against her swollen stomach.

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