Dean sat heavily on the sagging feather mattress, "He's gone again…he runs and I never get to truly speak to the man. He haunts me Sam, my little, brave savior Castiel." Dean sniffed as he rubbed his eyes, "Alright Sam, tell me about it."
Sam sat at his brother's feet in a show of submission and rested his head on Dean's knee. "It was wonderful; Benny pulled my chair out for me at the restaurant and he ordered for me. Dean he was so kind and listened when I spoke to him, I was so excited I could hardly carry a thought to my lips but I tried"
Dean felt all the anger leave him because Sam seemed so happy, "Afterward what happened?"
Sam looked up at his brother with his brows knit in worry, "I know you're angry."
"Just tell me Sammy, I won't interrupt."
"Benny took me to a posh hotel and we had a lovely suite. A maid drew me a bath and we took one together. I was drunk so Benny wouldn't do things to me. I woke up in bed next to him untouched…I was the one that wanted it Dean, if I had denied him he would have accepted it."
Dean lay back and patted the bed, Sam crawled up and cuddled with his brother, "He made me expel seed with his mouth on my cock, then fingers in my ass and finally he licked my hole and pushed his tongue inside like a slippery little penis and it was wonderful!"
Dean stroked Sam's long hair and murmured, "Then?"
"Then he made love to me. It did hurt as you said but I came again Dean…oh I was dry by the time Benny was done. He spoke words in a pretty language and declared his love for me then he even cleaned the blood and leavings from my ass. I am truly his love!"
"Sammy, I'm pleased for you but does he know what you are? It can't continue otherwise. Love isn't based on a lie. Let him go or reveal yourself and see what happens. Sam, you don't have a choice because you can't control yourself."
Sam had tears in his eyes, "I can for Benny I swear, you are just jealous!" Dean rocked him as Sam struggled but his brother was still the stronger one, "I'm jealous of losing you Sammy but I wouldn't stop you from loving him. I'm trying very hard to let go but I have to be sure he won't harm you."
…..
Saturday came and Castiel stood there looking at himself in the full length mirror. He was wearing a tuxedo and felt ridiculous but he was very much stuck escorting Armand Leeds to the play and then dinner.
Daisy knocked, "Sir, the carriage is here and a handsome young man is in the foyer to see you."
Castiel put on his top hat and grabbed his dress cane and left.
He found Armand waiting for him. He was a handsome young man. Castiel guessed him to be around 20 with curly blonde hair and large eyes the color of chocolate. Armand was dressed in a similar tuxedo but with a bit more of flair; ruffles at the cuff and rings on his finger. He wore a red rose and when Castiel approached Armand immediately secured one on him.
The young man gave him a warm smile, "Uncle said you were very handsome and he was right. Poetry could be written about your lovely blue eyes. I am a poet, perhaps I'll write one for you."
Castiel was socially awkward when it came to outings and socializing if it wasn't work related. The pretty young thing was very talkative and unafraid of him but Castiel couldn't say the same, he was terrified.
…..
Seated in the balcony, Chief Inspector Leeds, his wife Jenny, Castiel and Armand watched the play "Vigoureux Loup-garou" or "Lusty Werewolf". Armand, hidden from prying eyes reached out and took his escort's hand in his and squeezed. He whispered, "Do you like the play so far?"
Castiel only nodded.
Armand whispered again, "I need to use the facilities, come with me."
He rolled his eyes toward the young man, "I believe you could do that on your own."
"Please?"
Mrs. Leeds turned and looked at her nephew with great irritation, "Hush, if you both need to talk do it someplace else."
Armand yanked Castiel to his feel and pulled him to the nearest private spot he could find behind some tall potted palms and kissed him hard, he thrust his tongue inside the startled and confused Inspector's mouth and for a brief moment both were entwined. Castiel felt strange, a mix of excitement and dread as the young man ground his crotch against his escort's.
Erections pressed tightly between them it only took a few moments for both the virgin Castiel and the youthful but experienced Armand to reach climax both wetting the front of their trousers.
Armand whispered into the shorter man's ear, "Castiel you are most handsome, I couldn't wait any longer. My uncle has been bragging about you, how clever and dedicated you are. After the play and a boring dinner I will spend the night in your bed. Castiel, you can have a good fuck and I would be honored to take what I imagine is a marvelous cock right up my bottom."
"I can't do this…I'm so sorry Armand. Please forgive me, you are so pretty any man would be mad to deny such an offer but my heart is lost to another and casual relations are not in my nature."
Castiel hurried out of the grand building. Hailing a coach he went back to his London home to wash away the evidence from his clothing.
…..
Benny opened his eyes, it was mid morning and he had barely two hours away from his work when a sound startled him. His teeth came down and his eyes darkened instantly, an instinctual defense to Hunters as other creatures that would see him put down.
A low whine came from behind the dressing screen and a huge, ginger wolf carefully stepped out with his head lowered. When the wolf laid eyes on the vampire the whine turned to a snarl as he also went into an instinctual defense.
Benny learned long ago from living among humans to control himself. His eyes turned bright blue once again and he forced his teeth to retract. It was a risk but the vampire knew who this was. "Sam?"
He moved over and patted the bed. Benny was pleased to see the wolf relax and pad over to the bed jumping up next to him. The beast happily turned round and round in circle then flopped next to his mate then rolled on his back.
Benny smiled down at the beautiful wolf, "Do you want a belly scratch, Sam?" He looked down and saw the huge, unsheathed, shiny pink cock standing stiffly, "Oh…well this is unexpected."
A big paw came down on the back of the vampires head pushing him toward it. Benny watched it jerk and twitch in anticipation; he closed his eyes and soldiered on only to please Sam. The wolf began panting as the vampire tongued and sucked and fondled the heavy, furred sack.
It seemed the young wolf came as quickly as the boy. Even though Benny knew Sam and the wolf were one and the same the vampire gagged a bit on the semen as he swallowed. When the paw lifted to release him Benny sat up and immediately grabbed a bottle of rum and took a swig.
The wolf was soon gone in a painful transformation and a spent nude boy lay there in its place. He gave his mate a sleepy smile, "You do truly love me Benny."
"Aren't you afraid of me Sam? I'm a vampire; even a werewolf would take issue with that."
"No, I trust you my love. I told Dean you would never hurt me."
Benny took another drink that handed Sam the bottle, "I must love you Sam. I've never sucked an animal's penis before but knowing it was you made that massive thing palatable."
Sam nuzzled his lover's hairy, broad chest and sighed happily, "Now if I could only find a way to help my brother and the little Inspector become mates we would all be happy."
Benny absentmindedly worked braids into his boy's long pretty hair. The act was comforting and tender and it made the vampire smile. "I believe Castiel cares deeply for your brother and isn't sure why. Dean is like you Sam, a beautiful mystery…exotic and wild. You both need strong partners to tame you. Dean's blue eyed savior is right for him."
Sam wiggled against him, "You haven't tamed me Benny Lafitte."
Sam was dragged over his lap and given a sound spanking until he cried out he was indeed tamed. Benny kissed the warm, pink mounds and then mounted him from behind as Sam cried out for a very different reason.
….
Annie Chapman was small, stout 47 year old woman and mother of three; Emily, Annie and John. John was born a cripple and sent to a home to live, Emily died of meningitis at the tender age of 12, two events that Annie never quite recovered from.
Married in 1869 and separated from her husband John in 1885, Annie lived off a ten shilling a week allowance from her husband in addition to selling flowers and crochet work. After John died of cirrhosis of the liver in 1886, Annie was forced into a life of prostitution to survive after that.
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September 8th, 1888
Annie, suffering from consumption, syphilis and malnourished, went out yet again despite her ill state to earn enough money for a bed at her regular lodging house.
The last person to see Annie alive was Elizabeth Long at 5:30 AM at Hanbury Street. A man was propositioning Annie and had his back toward Elizabeth.
Her body was discovered a little before 6:00 AM by John Davis who lived on the 3rd floor of number 29 with his family. He alerted several people and hurried to the Commercial Street Police Station.
….
Inspector Novak arrived as quickly as possible and met with Dr. George Bagster Phillips, the physician on the scene of the murder. Both men were shocked by the condition of the body, Castiel held a handkerchief over his mouth and averted his eyes for a moment as he steeled himself.
He bent down and did a visual inspection, "This woman has been butchered like an animal. Polly looked barely touched compared to this unfortunate creature." It was hard to pick one injury that stood out from the rest but Castiel decided the disemboweling and placement of intestines on her shoulder seemed the most gruesome.
Dr. Philips shook his head in disbelief, "How in that brief course of time could an average man do such a thing? Much of this is very skillful; it would take me over an hour to do something like this."
The Inspector turned away and breathed in a smells from the street hoping to catch the yeasty scent of the brewery not far away. Anything than the sick smell of death and dismemberment, "A monster did this; the fact that he did something so heinous in a brief period of time and with great skill only narrows my list. I'll call on you later doctor and pick your brain. But now I have people to question and much to mull over."
…..
Castiel went to the Drunken Pony that night to check on Dean despite what had happened last time. He stood in front of the prostitute's door and gathered the courage to knock. He heard the bed creaking as someone got up and walked to the door, Sam opened it wearing nothing.
The tall, willowy boy smiled down at him. A sleepy voice came from the bed, "Sammy who is it?"
"Dean it's the handsome little Inspector, I imagine he's here to see you."
Dean got up immediately, wrapping a blanket around him. "Castiel I'm so happy to see you."
Castiel took a step back; he couldn't help but look over every inch of Sam. The boy was budding perfection. "I didn't mean to wake you Dean, there was another murder and I was concerned for you."
Dean smacked his brother on the ass, "Put on some pants and give us privacy." Sam slipped on a pair of ill fitting pants, he stopped to speak to the Inspector before he left, "You smell good, I bet you taste even better, virgin."
Sam heard a warning growl behind him, "I'm going Dean, settle down."
…
Castiel sat stiffly in a chair as Dean moved around the cramped room, "I really need to go, I'm very busy." Dean stood in front of the door and dropped the blanket, "Remember I said you bought me for a month."
The Inspector closed his eyes and his lips began moving in silent prayer. A soft laugh came from Dean, "You are praying? For what? I'm right here and I'm all yours." He knelt in front of him and kissed each hand then pressed them to his face, "Don't you want me?"
"Please Dean; I can't be with you…as much as I understand why you have this profession I couldn't possibly accept you as my lover. There are diseases to consider, the ones that prostitutes suffer from and I can't take that risk. Men go insane, they rot and die. I won't go through that for a night of pleasure and then there is the issue of Sam."
Dean wrapped his arms around the Inspectors waist and rested his head on the man's lap, "I can assure you I have no whores' diseases, I have a particularly strong constitution…I can't explain it but I neither get sicknesses nor pass any on. It's a blessing to go with my curse. That said, I would happily give this life up. Sam isn't an issue either, he means the world to me but that shouldn't affect anything between us."
His nimble fingers unbuttoned the fly on Castiels trousers and pulled out his cock. It began to plump up quickly, "I'll make you happy." With a few strokes Dean was soon catching the spray on his face as the object of his desire gripped the chair refusing to moan as he came. He blue eyes fluttered open and for a moment Castiel was disoriented, "I…I can't share you, I would rather be alone forever."
He pushed Dean aside and buttoned himself up, "I'm sorry Dean, this will end up in heartbreak. I can't compete with him."
Dean stood and followed him down the hallway shouting, "Who are you talking about? Castiel, I'm talking to you, stop!" He tried to catch up with him but he was lost to the tavern crowd and then the busy streets of Whitechapel.
Dean stormed back to their room and drank until his anger was dulled by the rum. Sam came back shortly to see what had happened. He found his brother curled up in a ball. "Dean, I heard you shouting, it went badly then."
"Sam, he was worried about the sicknesses that prostitutes carry. I told him I have a special condition where I don't catch or carry any illnesses and he needn't worry. I couldn't tell him why."
"Dean you told me to be honest with Benny, you should do the same with Castiel."
Dean grabbed for the bottle and found it empty; he threw it against the wall and growled, "He is a policeman, what if he kills me? I feel I have to make him fall in love with me first and then he might not shoot me on the spot."
Sam pulled in his naked brother and cradled Dean in his arms, "Your very tender like me aren't you? Needing a mate to make love to you…your gruffness is an act. It must be difficult being this way and hiding your nature because of me. You will always be the leader Dean."
It dawned on Dean who Castiel was talking about, the man he couldn't compete against, "Sam I think Castiel believes we are lovers…he doesn't know you are my brother. We are so close that I suppose to others it would seem as if you were my partner but …oh Sam, I have to find the Inspector and tell him who you are!"
Sam nuzzled his brother's ear then gave it a nip, "At one point I would have wanted that but now I have my Benny. Go to him Dean, get your little, blue eyed Inspector and let him sink his cock into your pretty ass. Then he will declare his love from the rooftops."
…
Castiel was working with several detectives on the latest murder. He hated others involved in his process but Leeds encouraged him to be civil. They had a list of suspects and right in the middle of the meeting an officer came to get Castiel.
"Sir, there is a young man here to see you and he says it's most urgent. I told him you were busy but he insists. If you don't see him I'll be forced to arrest the little beggar for causing a ruckus and I hate to put him in with the others, he is much too…how do I put this…pretty I suppose would be the word."
The detectives that were working with Castiel started to snicker. He straightened up and stuck out his chin defiantly as he glared at them, "I imagine you are all jealous because no one even remotely attractive visits any of you."
He walked out with a little smile on his face as they were now glaring at him.
….
Dean sat there feeling like a zoo animal on display. The uniformed men milling around him stared at him as if it didn't matter. He was poorly dressed and had the look of a common street walker. Dean was just deciding if he should leave when Castiel came out, "Dean why are you here?"
Dean blurted out, "We have to talk."
Castiel scribbled something on the back of his personal calling card and handed it to him, "This is my address, wait there for me. My servant Daisy will let you in. Daisy will cook for you; don't be afraid to ask her. If you like you can take a bath and relax because I won't be home until dark. She will show you the guest room and make you a proper meal."
Dean went to touch the Inspectors lapel but he took a step back, "No, don't touch me Dean. Everyone has gotten a good chuckle at my expense already this morning."
The hurt look on the young man's face caused Castiel to act out of character; he motioned Dean into a private room and explained himself, "I'm sorry, it's been difficult since I arrived with the rumors of my inclination toward males. This is a very hard profession to be in when you're as I am." He wet his lips and then leaned in giving Dean a chaste kiss on the lips. Dean seized the opportunity to truly kiss him as he ran his hands down the Inspector's back until he was molding a cheek in each hand. Dean didn't linger fearing he would scare the man off, he held up the card, "I'll see you this evening then."
After he left Castiel staggered back and hit a filing cabinet. It took a goodwank for him to gain his composure and go back to the work of catching a killer.
….
The funeral of Annie Chapman took place early September 14th 1888. The utmost secrecy had been observed, and none but the undertaker, police, and relatives of the deceased knew anything about the arrangements. Shortly after seven o'clock a hearse drew up outside the mortuary in Montague-street, and the body was quickly removed. At nine o'clock a start was made for Manor Park Cemetery. No coaches followed, as it was desired that public attention should not be attracted. Mr. Smith and other relatives met the body at the cemetery. The black-covered elm coffin bore the words "Annie Chapman, died Sept. 8, 1888, aged 48 years.
Chapman's grave no longer exists; it has since been covered over.
TBC
