I accepted the ex husband shenanigans, albeit reluctantly, because I thought we'd get a wedding. Ten minutes until the end, I realized we wouldn't, and I thought about Marlowe and how he likes to jerk fans around. How on earth was I supposed to imagine the ending we got? I watched poor Kate running toward the burning vehicle and thought "Whatever." Because really, how much more can Castle and Beckett take? There's overcoming obstacles, and then there's melodramatic, clichéd schlock. It's like Marlowe was rubbing his hands together, all "I'm so hard core and edgy", when he's actually a pretentious d-bag. And, Marlowe reminds me of Whedon with the whole give us what we need, not what we want. That's not a compliment. Now, I'm just waiting for fix-it fic.