Dean woke up to the sounds of the congested street below already bursting with activity. He groaned and pulled the quilt tighter over his head, "Sam, don't open the curtains I need to sleep longer if I'm working later on."

Sam was washing his armpits and crotch with a wet rag and then brushed his teeth with a boars bristle brush and tooth powder. Dean had his own brush as well. They were a luxury and quite expensive but Dean insisted on clean teeth and Sam was happy to comply.

He fingered combed his hair and headed for the door when his brother called out to him, "Sam we have to talk."

He turned and went back to be scolded by his brother, "Alright Dean, go on and tell me how foolish I was to let Benny kiss me."

Dean wiggled closer to Sam, "Let me talk to Benny and get to know him. I'll decide if he's good enough for my baby brother."

That gave Sam some hope, he knew without Dean's permission there would be no mating with Benny or anyone else. "Could I go see Benny now? Maybe I can find work here Dean and then I could support us. You could stop selling yourself; I hate those men hurting you. It makes you sad I can tell."

Dean rolled toward the wall thus ending the conversation, "Tell Benny I will talk to him tonight."

"Dean may I see him now?"

"Yes."

Sam broke into a smile as he checked his messy waves again in the mirror. Sam was making little happy growling sounds and never realized he was doing it.

Dean thought it was sweet and he hoped Benny proved worthy to court his brother but Dean worried about the handsome, burly man finding out about their lycanthropy. Humans couldn't understand the condition; all they saw were monsters and Dean had no reason to believe Benny could overlook that in Sam.

…

Castiel faced the morning with a more positive outlook but then the sunshine always cheered him up. He took advantage of the free day before he began his work tomorrow.

The Inspector strolled through the park until he found an open bench and sat near the pond to watch the swans. Castiel heard a woman scream, "Help he took my purse!"

He sprung into action and immediately spotted a man sprinting by carrying a ladies handbag. Castiel took chase with cane in hand and launched it with precision; it twirled through the air smacking the robber with the large silver wolfs head handle.

Castiel hurried over and thumped the man soundly again with the head of the cane then took the purse away. He handed it back to the grateful woman and received a kiss on the cheek. A crowd gathered to see the heroic man; a policeman showed up on his tour of the park and secured the robber.

"Fine work for a civilian."

The Inspector bristled, "I am Inspector Novak, I am not a civilian."

The officer apologized immediately, "Sir I'm glad you're on our side, who would have thought you could catch a man this way, genius!"

A slight young man with a note pad and pencil was quickly writing down every detail. Timothy Burrs was a writer for the Daily London News and thought the Inspector would make for a good story.

….

The next morning at the Boars Head, a small local eatery in Whitechapel, sat a man drinking tea and reading the newspaper article with great interest. His eyes scanned the paper for a rendering of this incredible Inspector Novak but there was none. The article spoke of the thwarted robbery and the Inspectors exemplary record on solving cases.

Jack felt admiration for this man, after all Inspector Novak seemed as good if not an even better a hunter as he was.

In a world full of sheep they were the wolves culling the sick and unworthy from rest.

…

Sam stood in the doorway watching Benny prepare for the day. The man moved quickly around the tiny kitchen driving the cook mad. Petra tried to shove him out but Benny was built like a brick and was as strong as an ox; there was no moving him.

The feisty dark haired little woman smacked him with a wooden spoon, "Go now, I can't work with you bothering me."

Benny acted as if a mosquito was irritating him, "Do we have enough pork and veg soup for the night?"

Petra noticed Sam and waved her spoon toward him, "Look there, a pretty thing is watching you. Go play now. I know how you like a sweet boy."

Sam frowned at that and walked away.

Benny went after him and grabbed Sam's arm, "Where are you going?"

"I suppose there have been many sweet boys you've played with. I should have guessed with the way that you look."

"The way I look…what does that mean?"

Sam huffed, "A big horny beast looking for the next conquest."

Benny laughed, "I am a big horny beast but you don't know me Sam. I'm more than I appear. If you knew everything I doubt you would want me anyway."

Sam sat down at a table and buried his head in his arms, "I am also more than I appear." The vampire brushed his hand over the boy's silky mane and then left coming back a few minutes later with a bouquet of posies, "These are for you."

Sam lifted his head, smelling the flowers before he ever saw them. He took the offering and pressed them to his nose, "Thank you, I've never gotten flowers in my whole life."

Benny laughed inside not wanting to embarrass Sam. He thought that Sam's whole life came to sixteen years and he didn't have much to base experiences on. "Well I think someone as sweet and pretty as you are should have flowers all the time."

The vampire got the response he wanted. Sam's cheeks turned pink and he smiled at Benny. "Sam, would you care to spend more time with me, only if it's alright with Dean of course."

"Dean wants to talk to you this evening Benny. He needs to know you better before he truly will trust you with me." Sam looked around and then leaned over the table and gave Benny a peck on the lips. He ran back upstairs leaving Benny bewildered but wanting more.

…

Sam arranged the posies in mug by the basin then stripped down. He lay next to Dean trying not to wake his brother up. Dean mumbled in his sleep then began snoring softly again.

Sam began to masturbate. The boy tugged viciously trying to force the orgasm just so he could have another. Soon a stream shot out over his long, slim torso. He immediately began stroking again.

Dean hid under the quilt, "Sam, I'm trying to sleep; couldn't you wait?" He heard his brother groan Benny's name as the mattress shifted. Sam lifted his hips then dropped them hard almost shoving Dean to the floor.

Dean got up wrapping the quilt around him. He watched the pretty boy twist and arch as the whimper turned to a growl and semen sprayed out in droplets over his flushed, tender young skin.

Dean gave up and got dressed, "I'm going to talk to him right now and get this over with. I want to know what happened this morning that has you so heated."

Sam slowly opened his eyes and pointed to the posies, "He gave me flowers." Dean hopped around pulling on a boot, "That's it…flowers? My lord, what happens when he gives you sweets or jewelry?!"

Sam trailed his long fingers through the puddle on his belly licking the slippery treat off them with a practiced tongue, "Then I suppose I shall explode."

….

Benny was in his element, giving orders to his small staff in a firm voice filled with honey. His accent was pleasing to both men and women and demands sounded like requests garnering him the best results.

Dean sat at a table watching the muscular man moving swiftly; lifting barrels that Dean thought an average human couldn't possibly lift alone. Benny was dressed in plain brown trousers and a dark blue work shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. He had on leather boots and suspenders which Dean thought looked quite good on him.

Now he knew why Sam was so smitten, Benny was a fine specimen. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he joked with Lars his right hand man. The bent, thin old man laughed as he wiped down the bar top. Lars pointed toward Dean and Benny seemed to notice him for the first time.

He went in the kitchen and came out with a teapot and cups setting the tray in front of Dean then sat down. "Did you sleep well?"

Dean poured for them as he answered, "Fine until my brother began masturbating." Dean wasn't one to mince words, "What exactly happened down here?"

Benny tried not to smile and anger Dean even more, "I gave Sam some posies then he gave me a dry little kiss and ran upstairs like his ass was on fire. I was a gentleman."

Dean's voice dropped even deeper, "You kissed him already. I will tell you something; we had to leave our own country and ended up in this shithole and I end up prostituting myself all over again. I do this for Sam; everything I do is for my little brother. Damned if I will let some horny Frenchman seduce him and break his tender heart. Sam is physically strong but mentally fragile because of…well, many things. If you hurt him I will kill you."

Benny held the delicate cup in his large hands and stared into the liquid as if the mysteries of the world were contained inside. He took in all that Dean had to say and tempered his answer accordingly.

"I am from America just as you are; my sister and I were run out of Louisiana and I lost everything I had. Now I'm stuck here. Why I left is no one's concern but my own Dean just as it is for you and Sam. I came for a fresh start also. It's difficult Dean; I miss my Cajun roots."

Dean stared at him over the cup as he sipped, "That is your accent then? I've never been to Louisiana."

"Yes. Dean I want us to be friends. Maybe not immediately as we need to know each other better but someday when you trust me and I trust you. I am very attracted to Sam, I want him badly. There is something special about him; he seems wild but so innocent. I feel Sam is an old soul and there is so much more to him than meets the eye."

Dean snarled, "You want to fuck a virgin admit it. My brother is beautiful and childlike, I have to watch him all the time and it's not easy. Since he turned sixteen his urges make him difficult to handle but I will keep him safe at all costs."

Benny gave Dean an easy smile, "I do want to fuck him but I won't. If I want a virgin I'll have one, if I want a fuck I will have it. Dean I can have pretty things all the time…for free, mind you." Benny looked around the tavern, "It's a lonely life I lead here and I think it would be nice to wake up next to my mate and not just a fuck. I can't promise what will happen in the end but if you give permission I want to properly court your brother and see where Sam and I go."

Dean grabbed the vampire's wrist and squeezed with a strength that shocked Benny, he was actually hurting him.

"I give permission but if anything happens to my Sammy there will be literal Hell to pay do you hear me? You won't survive my anger; my brother is all I have left. You don't dare deflower him without my permission and that will not happen if I find you unworthy as a mate. In the mean time you can spend time with Sam, make him happy and keep him safe."

He let go of Benny's wrist and extended his hand, "Do you agree?"

The vampire accepted the terms and shook Dean's hand, "I will treat Sam like a tender young rosebud and slowly coax him open."

Dean squeezed his hand hard trying to cause pain, "Poor choice of words Benny."

Benny squeezed back just as hard, "I will be a gentleman I promise."

Dean stood to leave, "Remember, his rosebud is off limits until I say so. Sam is going to try his best to make you go further but you have to be the adult and keep my brother pure."

…..

Castiel had dressed down in clothing appropriate for the task at hand. He had been called in to investigate the murders of Emma Elizabeth Smith and Martha Tabram, both prostitutes.

While Castiel felt that Emma's murder was gang related he felt that Martha's murder was something quite different. He worried there was a new type of killer on the loose but he kept his thoughts to himself. The only way to find out was good old fashioned detective work.

Castiel reported to Leeds first and the red faced man laughed at his attire, "Really Cas what are you wearing? You look as if you're going to work at the docks!"

He looked down at his clothing and frowned, "What do you expect me to wear, a top hat and tails? I think I would stand out, besides I have my pistol and knife as well as my plain walking stick."

Leeds nodded, "You are correct of course. Have you seen the paper? There is an article on the robbery you thwarted with your mighty stick as well as a little background on you." He handed the paper to Castiel; the Inspector scanned the words quickly as his frown became ever deeper.

"I am a private person; no one has the right to write an article about me!"

Leeds clapped him on the back as he guided the young man toward the door, "Get used it my boy. You are a beacon of justice in a dark and dangerous world. Be proud Castiel, I know your father would. Where are you heading next?"

The Inspector twisted the newspaper in his hands until it tore, "The Drunken Pony, it's filled with people of base character much like all the other establishments there. I have to start somewhere."

…

Dean weaved his way through the early crowd showing off his body in snug trousers from the dead Hunter and also a loose white shirt that fell off one shoulder. There was plenty of interest in Dean, he was much better looking than the other young men selling their assets and prettier than any woman there. The twenty year old smiled and flirted, taking offers and waiting to settle on the best one.

Sam sat on a stool behind the bar watching Benny and then Dean like a hawk. He felt possessive of both. Sam hated his brother selling his body but there were no other options.

Benny could see the distress on Sam's face, "Don't worry, Dean can handle himself Sam." Sam hopped off the stool and wrapped his arms around the vampire; Benny could feel the boy's erection pressing hard against his thigh.

"Sam, I have permission to court you but that's all."

Mariette slapped Sam on the ass and spoke in a strange language like Benny then she scolded him in English, "Go away boy we have work to do." When Sam stepped back from Benny, Mariette poked his cock with her finger, "Go to your room at take care of that swelling."

Sam scampered away, mortified at her touching him and being so crass.

Benny rolled his eyes are her, "You have scarred the child Mariette, you speak like a man."

She winked at him, "I speak like you dear brother."

…

Castiel entered the Drunken Pony and took a chair in the corner, Mariette took his order for beer and left.

The Inspector watched the crowd looking for potential victims and spotted a young man that looked fresh. The other prostitutes were worn and beaten down by their profession but this one seemed different. His bright smile, innocent face and beauty filled the dour place with light. Although Castiel couldn't see him closely he sensed the boy was special.

Dean had gotten a fair sum from a local brute called "Plug", his real name had been lost long ago. Plug was brown as berry and near turned to leather from working outdoors, he was loud, big and mean. Of course Dean didn't realize how truly cruel he was. Benny would have warned him if he had noticed but the vampire had a business to run and wasn't in the market to play nursemaid or mother.

Dean swallowed his pride and followed Plug out the door.

Castiel noticed this as well, he took the time to finish his beer not wanting to appear as a stalker. Most of the prostitutes took their fucks where they could and never traveled far from the tavern they staked out for the night.

Finally the Inspector got up and headed out to find the beauty and the beast.

TBC