As the carriage jostled along bringing Castiel ever closer to his new position as an Inspector for the Metropolitan Police in London, he had time to reflect on his past and what brought him to this point at age thirty one.

When Castiel was sixteen his father Calvin, who at the time was a Detective for Scotland Yard, informed his youngest son that he would be joining the seminary one day. After Calvin's eldest son Constantine was shot and killed in the line of duty, Calvin feared for the son he had left and thought the life of a priest would be safe and honorable.

Castiel tried to be the dutiful son but sending him to study and pray with other young men only made his confusion and pain all the deeper.

His desire for male flesh was strong but his will to stay chaste drove him to near insanity. One fateful night he gave in and met up with a handsome novice. Castiel remembered him fondly, it was the emerald eyes that struck him first and the rest of the young man's beauty came second.

Their meeting took place under the trellised path covered in briar roses. A fitting place to be sure. Flowers mixed with thorns were a dangerous lure much like his meeting with Richard.

Castiel could still feel the young man's warm lips kissing the most forbidden places on his body and how stiff and full of need he felt in those brief moments before they were discovered. Castiel took the blame telling his superiors that he was the enticer. It didn't matter, the life wasn't for him but for Richard it was all that he had.

He went back to his father's country estate and played the part of the shame filled failure but inside Castiel was happy to be free of the constraints of the seminary. Still he vowed to never love another; the pain was too much to bear.

He followed in the footsteps of his father and deceased brother, quickly climbing the ladder to the position he was in right now. The sky was the limit for such a clever young man and Calvin saw there was no stopping Castiel. He became his sons biggest supporter right up until the day he died.

Castiel woke to knocking on the carriage door, "Oy, you back there wake up."

He looked out at the driver and grumbled, "No need to be rude." Castiel put on his top hat, grabbed his walking stick and left the carriage. He paid the man and headed with a quick step toward the imposing building.

Castiel reported for duty to Chief Inspector Leeds. There was jealousy among those of a lower rank at the country gentleman being promoted at his relatively tender age. Behind his back Castiel was referred to as "The Priest" but to his face they addressed him as Inspector Novak.

His strong suit was his knowledge of crime in the East End. Castiel worked at the Whitechapel Division, he knew how soul crushing it was for the people that lived there among the filth and poverty. Good people trying to survive in the direst of circumstances among the lowest and most dangerous criminals.

Leeds gestured to a chair and Castiel sat, removing his top hat and gloves. "Good day to you Castiel …may I call you by your first name?"

Castiel nervously squeezed the brim of his hat as he tried to appear calm, "Yes Chief Inspector that would be fine."

The rosy cheeked man shifted his bulk in the creaky office chair and smiled at the prim, elegant man sitting across from him, "You may call me Phillip but only when we are the only ones in the room. I don't know if you remember me Castiel but I was a friend of your fathers."

Castiel cocked his head and frowned as he tried to recall Leeds as one of his father's friends. "I'm sorry I don't remember you."

Leeds voice softened for a moment as he thought back to the one time he met the boy, "You were only five and it was at Elizabeth's funeral…what a brave little man you were. So strong after losing your mother, she was a wonderful woman." He patted his belly and chuckled, "Of course I had a thick head of hair and was in much better shape back then."

Castiels calm exterior never cracked, "Yes from what I remember she was wonderful. Sir have I received this promotion based on your friendship with my father?"

"Heavens no, you are said to be one of the brightest young men that we have. Your ability to solve the most perplexing crimes partnered with your extensive knowledge on the population of East London makes you an invaluable asset to our department."

"Very well then Phillip, I accept the position. I ask for no special treatment." He shifted his gaze to a painting of an angel on the wall, "I know that the other men call me "The Priest" behind my back."

"And that bothers you?"

"I feel my past is none of their concern."

Phillip sighed, "There are rumors as to why you left the seminary…something about a dalliance with a young man. I myself don't judge such things, I agree, it is no one's concern but yours."

They shook hands and Castiel left feeling much better about his new position. He went to settle into the new home he was renting before sinking his teeth into a case.

…

By the time they reached the Drunken Pony the sailors as well as Sam and Dean were exhausted and starving. The sailors invited them for a drink once inside but they thanked the pair for the help and went to find themselves a table near the fire.

Benny was setting up tankards for the bar maid when he spotted the two attractive strangers enter his tavern. His eyes traveled over Dean first and though Benny found him handsome it was the statuesque boy that caught his attention.

Mariette noticed the intensity in her employers eyes, "Which one Benny?"

The vampire flicked his eyes toward her then back to Sam, "The very tall one, he is breathtaking."

She shook her finger at Benny, "He is too young for you, just a boy." She looked back over to Sam and shook her head, "The lad looks so sweet and innocent."

Benny headed straight over leaving Mariette to tend the bar.

…

Sam looked around the tavern with curiosity. If Dean hadn't been with him he would have felt anxious but the brothers always protected each other so he felt he had nothing to fear.

The tavern had a colorful selection of humans; among them were several prostitutes but none of them male. Dean felt he could earn quite a bit as a novelty, he was prettier than the others and handsome as well plus Dean had all his teeth and they were white and even.

"Dean may I have a drink?"

"Cider, perhaps" Dean replied. Looking around he reconsidered. "Maybe you should just stick to water."

Sam folded his arms and glared at his brother, "I am sixteen and you allowed me to drink before."

"Sam I need you in control and beer isn't going to help that any."

A sturdily built man with strong features and sparkling blue eyes braced his hands on the table and smiled at them both, "Good evening gentlemen. I've not seen you two around here before." He straightened up and stuck out his hand to the one that looked older and shook hands with Dean, "My name is Benjamin Lafitte but my friends call me Benny."

Dean narrowed his eyes and answered in a brusque tone, "I'm not your friend." Benny knew that Dean would be the one to win over in order to speak with the shy boy across from him, "Not yet but I have a good feeling we will be. I am the owner of this tavern and rooming house."

The allowed Dean to relax, "My name is Dean, forgive my impertinence I thought you were a robber or rapist."

Sam gasped, "Dean how rude."

Benny gave a deep, soft laugh and turned his attention to Sam, "Its fine, I don't have refined features and maybe I have that look about me." He took Sam's hand and instead of shaking it he kissed it and rubbed his thumb briefly on the boy's palm, "I am a gentleman for the most part."

Sam blushed from the attention, he lowered his eyes but his smile let Benny know he was pleased, "My name is Sam and Dean is my brother."

Benny sat next to him, "Well Sam you should smile more often. Those are heartbreaking dimples on your face."

Dean cleared his throat loudly and Benny stopped his flirting. "We want a room and two bowls of stew or whatever you have to eat. We aren't picky Benny."

….

Sam watched Benny work the room speaking to regulars and having a laugh. "Dean he's very handsome in his own way. Do you think he likes me?"

Dean dropped his spoon back into the bowl of savory lamb stew, "Sam stop thinking about getting your asshole filled with cock. Yes he was obviously flirting with you and why not? You are young, fine looking and reek of virginity."

Sam dug into his food barely tasting it, he was angry that Dean thought that was all he had on his mind. It was more than intercourse; it was also the feeling of security you only get from a proper mate he desired."

Sam was more than willing to give himself to a man that could fill all the empty places inside of him. He wanted to have an Alpha to train, love and care for him as his brother did. He worried someday Dean would find a partner and he would be knocked down a peg in the order.

….

Castiel held the door as the men moved his travel trunk and bags inside. The place was small but filled his requirements for privacy and quiet. It was within walking distance of a lovely park far from the overcrowding and stench of a heavily populated area. He would need to travel for his work but that was a small price to pay for peace of mind.

His study was the first place he arranged. He set up his Remington typewriter and paper, filled the small filing cabinet with folders of previous cases. Murder was his specialty; the Inspector had a knack for spotting darkness in the human soul.

Several hours later he felt a rumble in his belly and went to the kitchen where the well stocked larder gave him many choices. Castiel opted for tea and pastries.

He sat by the fire that evening feeling lonely. At his country estate there were at least servants and the animals to keep him company. He missed riding as well but his love for detecting meant sacrifice, something Castiel was very good at.

He didn't need the money, he was left very well off but a man had to have purpose to his life and Castiel was much too curious to sit around writing about crime, he needed to solve it firsthand.

Castiel stared at the empty wingback across from him and wondered if someday there would be someone to fill it. A man that would look at him and see he was someone that desired friendship and love and would fulfill his modest needs.

Most nights he handled his prick with a well oiled hand. Lately Castiel found himself forcing a finger inside his virgin hole pretending it was the cock of a lover but no finger could replace what he truly wanted.

…..

Sam and Dean carried their belongings to their room. It had a small fireplace, a large bed that was still too small for the two of them, a chamber pot and a pitcher and basin with which to wash themselves.

It was a far cry from their living quarters in New York but sacrifices had to be made to start over fresh. Dean lit the oil lamp on the dresser, "Not bad, I think this will be fine, don't you Sam?"

Sam was still distracted, his body hummed with energy and he wanted to see the blue eyed man called Benny again. Another part of him wanted to change and run through the streets but he kept himself in check.

"What Dean…I'm sorry I was thinking."

Dean looked at his brother who had confusion and need written all over his face. "Are you wanting to go back down to the tavern?"

Sam scuffed his boot over the wooden floor with his head lowered, "Yes, I want to talk to the interesting owner again. I promise I'll be good and come back soon. Do I have your permission?"

Dean couldn't shelter Sam forever so he choked back his warnings and allowed Sam to go with conditions. He must be back at a reasonable time and if he feels as if a change is coming he must go immediately back to Dean.

….

Benny looked at his pocket watch and began shooing people out. Mariette helped the cook close the kitchen and bolted the door when the last person left. Sam crept down the stairs and stood at the entrance between the rooms to the tavern below. He watched the intriguing man for a moment and then headed toward him.

Benny looked up with surprise to see Sam standing in front of him "Is the room alright, do you need anything?"

Sam had never approached a male this way before and all his courage left him, he turned to go back but Benny caught his arm. "Stay Sam, I'll be done in a bit. Would you care for a drink?"

Sam's face lit up, "Yes that would nice."

Benny left and came back with a mug of beer. Sam smiled at him and gladly took the mug, "Dean only allows me beer on occasion. I tell him I'm sixteen and old enough to drink when I please but sometimes he treats me like a child."

Benny raised his brow, "I hope he doesn't disapprove of my giving you a drink."

Sam downed the beer and asked for another, Benny filled his mug, "Only two, your brother looks the angry type." Sam drank that one down much too fast and when he set down the mug he was sporting a foamy moustache.

Benny slid closer to him on the bench until he felt the warm breath from the boy on his face. He leaned in running his tongue over the foam then kissing Sam softly for just a moment. When Benny broke the intimate contact Sam had his eyes closed waiting for more. When another kiss didn't come he opened his eyes looking confused.

"Don't you want to kiss me some more Benny?"

He cupped Sam's cheek with a rough hand, "Oh yes I do indeed but I feel your innocence and I want to take my time."

Sam was trembling all over; he felt the animal need rise inside of him and feared he would turn. "No one has ever kissed me before…well Dean has but he's my brother so it doesn't count."

"Go to bed now Sam, we can try another kiss tomorrow."

He grinned at the vampire, "And the night after that?"

Benny gave a lusty growl, "You are a cheeky thing Sam. Go back to bed before I give you more than you can handle."

Sam quickly kissed his stubbly cheek; "Now I kissed you." He ran back upstairs.

….

Sam flopped on the bed waking up Dean, "Hey I was sleeping."

"Dean something exciting just happened!"

Dean knew Sam wouldn't be quiet until he inquired about this exciting event, "What?"

"Benny gave me a sweet kiss, and then I kissed his cheek."

Dean covered his head with the threadbare quilt, "Go to sleep, I'll talk to you about that in the morning."

….

Castiel stood at his window staring up at the full moon. It made him feel even lonelier than usual that night. "A moon this lovely should be shared with someone very special."

….

An evil was heading toward Whitechapel the likes of which the population had never seen before.

A black hearted soul with a head filled with hellish thoughts and desires. Jack would make them suffer; it was what the whores deserved.

TBC

A/N- In Victorian England, London's East End was a teeming slum occupied by nearly a million of the city's poorest citizens. Many were forced to resort to prostitution, and in 1888 there were estimated to be more than 1,000 prostitutes in Whitechapel.