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The challenge is toimagine your favorite TV characters have been put under a spell and have turned into a supernatural creature or, if they're already a supernatural creature, they've turned human. Tell us what they have turned into and how they react or deal with the change. So here's mine:

Title: Wolf Moon Over Manhattan
Fandom: Castle
Words: 416

“Richard! What on earth!” Martha stood at the entryway to the loft, looking in and around at the chaos. A coffee table overturned, couch cushions on the floor, and ripped throw pillows scattered with the stuffing flung about. One set of drapes was half-pulled off the rods and hung askew in front of the picture windows where the morning sunlight was streaming in. And in the midst, sprawled on the rug in front of the fireplace, was Castle, only just now sitting up groggily.

“Richard!” Martha strode forward, dropping the bag of bagels on the counter, and moving to stand over her son in alarm. “My God! Are you all right?”

“Mother. What…I don’t know.” Castle got shakily to his feet and let Martha ease him over to the couch. She sat down next to him and touched his cheek—from which he flinched in pain—and then slid her hand over his torn shirt. “Richard?” This time her voice was soft and full of concern. Their eyes met. This seemed to clear his head enough to get him to close his eyes, take a breath, and visibly concentrate, again with a grimace of discomfort.

“The last thing I remember…I was getting ready to facetime Beckett, waiting til she got back to the hotel, California time. I was drinking wine and looking at the full moon.“ Both their eyes went to the picture window, then down to the shattered glass and red stain on the carpet. “Then suddenly I got this huge pain—“ He stretched out his leg and turned to show the large scab on his bare ankle. “From this damn bite I got in the park last month. And that’s all I can remember.”

“For heaven’s sake, Richard. That horrible thing. Do you think it could be…rabies? I know you got the full treatment, and were totally cleared, but…” Again they looked around the wrecked room. “After all, they do call it ‘canine madness.’”

“But it’s not like I’m some kind of damn do—“ Castle’s eyes widened as he looked at the window, his ankle, then at his hands, which he flexed. He touched the bloody scratches on his cheek, and looked at his mother in wild surmise.

“The bite. The full moon. All this destruction. Mother, do you think…..?”

“Richard, no. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure there’s some perfectly reasonable explanation…” Martha’s voice trailed off, as Castle speculatively rubbed his chin, where he was quite sure he could feel more stubble than usual.

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