Bruin packed his things and began carrying his bags to the door. Cas rushed over and blocked his path, "Where to you think you're going?"

"You don't need me anymore Mr. Novak, I'm moving out."

"The hell you are! I'm telling you to stay here, you're my assistant and I can't do without you Bruin."

"And if I don't stay?"

"You can't leave my home without permission, I own you now stop acting a fool and bring your bags back. You know the punishment for leaving our family."

Bruin shook his head sadly, "You would kill me then?"

He had never been confronted this way before, men followed the rules and even Bruin had to know that an infraction was punished severely.

Cas couldn't look him in the eye, "Yes I would do it myself."

Mila had been listening to the whole thing; she came out and scolded them. "Castiel you take that back, he's like my brother! In fact Bruin has always been there without question. You hurt him so much and I imagine you have again, apologize."

He gave his sister a hard stare until she backed down but he did what she said, "I'm sorry if I misled you. I need you here so go unpack and we can forget about this."

Bruin tilted Cas' chin up and looked him in the eye, "Then I will stay and perhaps take a lover. You wouldn't mind that would you…since I'm a free man to have feelings for whom I wish."

Cas slapped his hand away, "Do what you want in your personal life, everything else about you belongs to me."

….

Dean didn't dare kill the man at the door between the club and the stable but he did need to kill the one at the back door and in the room where the whores took their break.

Sam packed his personal belongings and left all his clothes. He then went to Armand and told him to only take what was sentimental.

He looked up at Sam, scared senseless, "Sam can we trust this man?"

"Yes, in my heart I know Dean is good and he won't fail now hurry up."

…..

The first goon was easy; Dean simply slipped up behind him as he read a paper and slit his throat. Moving him was another story, the body was heavy so Dean got a blanket and rolled him on top then dragged it to a closet and stuffed the body inside.

The one at the exit to the alley was a whole other deal; he had to be lured away.

Sam did the luring; he walked toward the man wearing a dressing gown tied at the waist, "Could you help me with something?"

The man stood up and Sam was shocked to see he was several inches taller than him, a walking mountain with a cold eyes and a grim face, "What do you need?"

Sam tilted his head and smiled, "I need help in my bedroom…maybe I want to earn a favor from you. What's your name?"

Now Sam had caught the man's interest, "Bill, yeah we can work something out. So you got both like they say?"

Sam backed away slowly still smiling, "I guess you'll have to come back with me and find out."

…

Dean watched from a crack in the bathroom door as Sam fell back on feather bed, spread his legs wide and exposed his pussy to the horny mountain named Bill.

"Holy shit you do have both! Oh baby what I am gonna do to you."

Sam grabbed his legs behind each knee and opened himself as wide as he could, "Come and get daddy, I need it so bad my snatch is slick for you."

Bill stripped in record time letting his cock lead the way. He settled between Sam's legs and rammed straight into the moist heat grunting as he went.

Dean was so angry he almost blew his cover but he held back and waited for Sam to give the signal.

Sam whimpered and moaned with false desire telling Bill everything he wanted to hear. "So big…so good daddy oh yeah make me cum with your cock."

Bill was getting closer and closer to the edge and that was when Sam grabbed the open switchblade under the pillow then rammed it hilt deep into the side of the man's neck hitting an artery just as he was having his orgasm.

Arterial spray washed over Sam and the bedding as he pulled the blade out then rolled Bill off him. He got up and watched as the man clutched his neck gurgling as he choked on his own blood.

Dean rushed out and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, "Sammy what did you do? I was going to take care of him."

Sam looked dazed, he was dripping from the intercourse and blood, his pretty face a mask of red. Dean guided him to the bathroom where Armand was waiting. "Hurry up and get him cleaned and dressed. We have got to get out of here."

Armand sprayed Sam down in the shower then soaped him working frantically as Dean checked the body for weapons.

He found a revolver and large knife in a sheath plus a blackjack.

…

Dick Roman sat there looking at his brother's ring, he wasn't overly emotional but then he always thought his brother was a loser with his eye on the boss's seat. Dick put the ring on his other hand and admired it.

Alastair cleared his throat then quietly asked, "Mr. Roman what do want us to do about that?"

He gave his soldier a toothy grin, "They did me a favor, I was going to get rid of him anyway. My brother wanted the throne so honestly I could care less. Now shooting up my restaurant, that pisses me off."

Dick sat there for awhile mulling over his options, "Burn down one of their warehouses but get the product out first. Kill the men, chop them up and then dump the pieces on the doorsteps of anyone important that supports the Novak family."

…

Dean had the key for the door to the alley; he opened it and was relieved to see it clear on both sides. On one there was the busy sidewalk with people milling about and the other was empty, barely lit but a street lamp.

He gestured for the two boys to follow him moving as quietly as they could until they got to the other side. "You guys stay here, I have to go around the corner and get my car."

Dean hurried to his sedan and brought it around just as shots rang out, Sam and Armand booked to the car and both dove inside. Armand screamed as a bullet struck his thigh just as he was closing the door.

Sam reached across him, grabbed the handle and slammed it shut, "Go!" They sped off into the night hoping to get to the Novak mansion safely.

"Sam take my jacket and press it on his leg, apply pressure and don't stop."

…

Grandma Novak took the elevator to the second floor then shuffled to Bruins room; she walked right in without knocking. The big blonde was unpacking but stopped when he spotted the tiny woman, "Mrs. Novak…"

"Grandma, why are you so formal?"

"Grandma what are you doing here?"

She quietly took a seat with hands folded on her lap, finally when she had her thoughts gathered the old woman spoke her mind. "Mila told me what James did…Bruin you can't take him seriously."

"Do you know what he really did to me? I will spare you the details but it was one hurt too many."

She waved her hand in a dismissive manner, "Bah, you both act like babies for years. It's too much, you both need to grow up and tell each other your feelings. This boy Dean is a good one I can tell but he doesn't truly make James happy. I will say that someone that young and pretty will turn any man's head but that doesn't make it love."

Bruin sat heavily on the edge of the bed gripping a shirt tightly in his hands twisting the fabric, "I love him, I have always loved Castiel from the moment I saw him. It was like being sick and happy at the same time." He looked at her with tears in his eyes, "He doesn't love me. How do I live here without being angry and jealous?"

"Just do it. Soon something will happen and Dean won't look so shiny and new anymore. James will know who truly cares for him, you."

She got up and shuffled out leaving Bruin to his thoughts. He rubbed his eyes, embarrassed for crying in front of someone that respected him. Bruin became angry instead grabbing a bronze statuette of a stylized nude male with wings Cas had given to him for his birthday and tossing it over the balcony to the cobblestones below.

...

Dean pulled up to the mansion, they had taken back roads to get there adding extra time to the drive but there was nothing else they could do. He ran inside calling for help and Daphne was the one that came.

"I got a kid that's shot, get the doctor!"

Cas kept a doctor in residence since Grandma Novak moved in. Daphne returned a short while later with the man still in his nightshirt. Dean had carried Armand to a spare room on the ground floor.

Sam was left to sit in the living room all alone, he was afraid to move inside another mobster's home without permission. Sam figured he would end up another whore in a different stable but hoped this one was better.

Gaspar scared the teen by suddenly appearing, "Good evening, I'm Gaspar. You are a friend of Mr. Winchesters?"

Sam nodded.

"I'll bring you refreshments. What would you like?

Sam's mouth worked for a moment before anything came out, "I…I don't know, anything."

The man gave him a cut nod, turned heel and left.

….

Cas was furious as he watched the doctor working on the injured boy, he knew Dean brought trouble to his doorstep. He crooked his finger and Dean followed him to the study.

"What in the hell have you done?! How dare you vanish for three nights and then have the fucking nerve to bring that prostitute here."

"Two…there are two prostitutes I brought here. The kid that's shot wasn't even the one I was trying to save."

Cas punched him sending Dean reeling into the bookcase where volumes rained down on his head. "You have really done it, they can't stay here."

Dean slowly got up and began dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief, "You hit me!"

"I'll do a lot worse if you don't find a place for them by tomorrow. Do you think this is funny bringing two pretty things here and flaunt them in my face? Bitches from the Roman stables no less?"

"No boss, I'm not with either of them if that's what you think."

"Then why all this trouble for what Dean?"

Dean tried to think of something that made sense, something other than the fact he couldn't get Sam out of his mind and thought he might be falling in love. "The kid went to dad's church and when he vanished I asked around and figured out where he might be. Sam is a good guy that got into a jam and I helped him out, the other one is his friend and he ended up coming along."

Cas paced the floor trying to decided what his next move would be, "Alright then they can join my whores, I'll treat them better at least."

"No way, I got Sam out to escape that life besides the kid has golden pipes, he's a…" Dean wracked his brain for another story to tell Cas, "he's a torch singer, the best ever! In fact he could make you a lot of money I bet."

Cas sat down and patted his lap, Dean went over and made himself at home, "I'm sorry baby, I'll make it up to you tonight." Cas immediately gave in, the ass grinding on his crotch was too much to pass up, "Your damn right you're going to make it up to me."

Dean sucked his earlobe sending shivers through his lover's body. "I don't like being punched but I love being spanked and I've been such a bad boy. Punish me good daddy I want it bad."

The older man spoke in a lust soaked voice, "I'll turn your little ass red for this then I'm going to pound you into the mattress…I love you Dean."

"Love you too Cas."

…..

Sam wolfed down everything put in front of him, "This is great, it looks fancy."

Gaspar raised an eyebrow as the food rapidly vanished, "Left over lobster canapés sir, the sweets are fruit tarts Mr. Winchester is so very fond of."

Sam gulped down the iced tea and poured himself some more, "I haven't had stuff like that ever, thank you very much. You're a swell guy for being so nice to me."

The butler was flustered by the gratitude in the young man's voice. It was something he wasn't used to. "You are very welcome; let me find you a room for the night."

"What about my friend, is he ok?"

"Yes, he's resting."

…..

Sam woke up to find someone sitting on the bed watching him. He forgot where he was and still half asleep tossed back the covers and waited for the stranger to do what he wanted.

"Sammy it's me, Dean. I was just checking on you, I can't stay."

Dean covered him back up and as he tried to leave Sam grabbed his wrist, "I don't want to be alone Dean. I only trust you…can't you stay?"

"No, I'll see you in the morning."

TBC

A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship. The term comes from the saying, "to carry a torch for someone", or to keep aflame the light of an unrequited love. Tommy Lyman started the use in his praise of My Melancholy Baby.