Dean easily caught up to the Inspector, "I have your handkerchiefs," Dean noticed one was missing, "I…I'm sorry I only have one I think one dropped somewhere. I'll find, it don't worry."

Castiel took the one offered, it was covered in faded bloodstains, "Don't bother yourself with the other one, they are ruined. You can keep this Dean."

Dean took it back, folded it carefully and tucked it in his pocket, "What is your name? You saved my life and I don't even know who you are. C.J.N, what do the initials stand for?"

Castiel looked at his open, sweet features, Dean's big green eyes, wide smile and pretty teeth and decided to tell him who he was. The Inspector had nothing to lose by being honest and maybe if he were forthright with the young man it would go a long way to healing his heart. A heart that was never Dean's in the first place.

"My name is Castiel James Novak, I am an inspector for the Metropolitan Police and I'm investigating a murder. I followed you and that pig out to the alley that night because I believed he would harm you and I was right though I don't think he is the man I'm looking for."

Dean was crestfallen, "So you were just working then."

"Yes."

He gave the blue eyed man a weak smile, "I thought that…never mind."

The Inspectors curiosity was piqued, "What did you think?" He watched Dean turn from confident to shy and found it quite endearing.

A group of men stopped Dean and asked if he was selling. He looked at Castiel with shame then lowered his head, "No not now." The most disgusting of the four jingled some coins in his pocket, "Come on love, you can give us a group price right?"

Castiel was finding it difficult controlling his temper. He felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness come over him even though he was sure Dean already had a lover. Castiel couldn't abide bullies, "Leave him alone."

They all had a laugh over the bold man. One of them jabbed him in the shoulder with a finger, "And if we don't?"

The Inspector expertly swung his cane with the tip pressed against the man's chest like a fencing sword. "If you don't I'll be forced to beat all of you and I do hate to perspire."

Dean was truly worried now; it was four against one and his knight in ragged armor was not a large man, "Please Castiel we can walk away, I don't like drawing attention to myself and I don't want to see you hurt."

When one brute went to manhandle Dean, the Inspector went into action kneecapping the biggest of the four with the cane sending him crashing to the ground. Next he twirled the cane landing it on another man's sternum and there was a loud crack. Castiel punched the third in the mouth and the man spit out several teeth which was unfortunate because that was all he had. The fourth ran like the coward he was.

Castiel had a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek and Dean blotted it with the stained handkerchief. He threw his arms around the startled hero and kissed him full on the mouth.

It was the first kiss Castiel had ever received outside of his mother and maiden aunt. Even that night at the seminary, so long ago, his love had kissed Castiel between his legs and never bothered with his lips.

Dean ran his hands down to the small of his blue eyed protectors back and rested them on the swell of his ass; he nuzzled his ear and whispered, "You are perfect, I am yours." Dean was surprised when Castiel gently pushed him away.

"Dean, go home."

"I don't have a home; I have a room I share with Sam."

Castiel touched his lips with trembling fingers, "Exactly, you took liberties with me, I…I've never…" His mouth worked wordlessly for a moment and then he quickly walked away leaving Dean very confused.

…..

The next few weeks took the Winchesters and the rest of Whitechapel through the heat of August. Sam was having the worst of it; he felt caged again and longed to run as fast as he could through a forest with no one to harm him. Benny had promised to take him to dine but it never happened.

The man was so busy that the most Sam got was a fleeting glance or a stolen kiss as Benny hurried back and forth between the kitchen and bar. He oversaw every aspect of his business and Sam was impressed at what a very hard worker his potential mate was. The young Werewolf knew that it was a good sign that Benny would be able to protect and provide for him and any family they might have. He made sure to point that out to his brother.

Dean plied his trade as he pined for the mysterious Castiel James Novak and watched as his little brother grew more despondent. That night as Dean squatted in a tub of hot water washing himself Sam came in to speak to him.

"Sam I don't like you seeing me this way, go back to the room."

Sam had a wild look in his eye and when the candlelight began reflecting off his brothers hazel eyes Dean became worried. "Don't turn Sam; it's too crowded and dangerous. Go to Benny and talk to him. I know he's been busy so you're feeling lonely but maybe he could make time for you."

Sam's voice was filled frustration, "He's sleeping Dean and you don't want me near his bedroom. You don't want me to make love with Benny because you don't want to be alone, just admit it!"

Dean knew Sam spoke the truth. Sam was all he had left; there were no other family members alive. They had been hunted down and killed one by one and now Sam and Dean were the last of the Winchesters.

"I don't want you unhappy Sam, just let Benny court you and I promise you will have everything you want with time."

Sam was letting out those odd little growls of his, depending on the situation they changed with tone and intensity. Sam did it during an especially good meal, in his sleep, when he was angry, masturbating or very happy. This time it was the angry tone. "You want to keep me a child forever." He got up and stormed out of the room and went to Benny but his room was empty.

….

Benny wasn't sleeping; he was hunting for food and stalking Plug the brute that had injured Dean. He was what Benny considered one of the dredges of society, someone not there by circumstance but by choice. Plug was cruel wouldn't be any loss to the community.

Plug had left the Drunken Pony after selling opium to several prostitutes. Mariette took over for Benny seeing the hunger in her brother's eyes. Benny had cornered the man behind some crates of rotting vegetables and silenced him with a blow to the head. The vampire drank deeply, as much as he was able until he felt very full. The coppery elixir coursed through his veins making him feel whole and vital again.

Benny dropped the body and slipped into the dense fog vanishing altogether as he made his way back to the Drunken Pony to bathe.

…..

The large russet wolf had followed Benny's scent even thought the stink of rotting vegetables tampered a bit with his senses. When he found the spot where the scent faded there was only a corpse. The wolf was confused, he smelled his potential mate but yet Benny was nowhere to be found. The wolf was hungry for flesh and wasn't going to turn away a fresh kill no matter how much danger there might be if he lingered to feed on the corpse.

The stunning beast went for the soft parts in the middle but being quite particular he went for the heart avoiding the man's diseased kidneys, intestines and bladder. The lungs were ignored as those were tarry and black and his liver was oversized from drink.

The wolf craved flesh but he could live without it, the heart gave him a taste and sated his cravings. When the wolf was done he noticed a pack of street mongrels waiting their turn. The wolf watched them to be sure they were properly submissive so he could leave in peace. They all bowed their heads low avoiding eye contact, instinctively knowing this beast was so much more than a dog or even a wolf from the wild.

The beast padded quietly into the darkness leaving the rest for canids that weren't so picky.

…

Benny scrubbed himself clean and tossed his bloody shirt in the fire. He lay back on the bed feeling very good indeed. There was one more thing that would make this night perfect but the Vampire knew Sam was not on the menu.

A scratching and soft whine woke him later. Benny swung his legs over the side of the bed and watched a shadow under the door moving for awhile and then a thud. He opened the door to find Sam naked, curled up on the rug.

Benny easily lifted him up and brought the boy to his bed where he looked Sam over for injuries. There was blood caked around his mouth and the scent of raw meat on his breath, a smell Benny knew well.

"Sam, are you hurt?"

The almond shaped eyes slowly opened; when he smiled Benny noticed the blood stained teeth. "I'm very good now." Sam stretched his long limbs working the kinks out; his cock was plump and shiny at the tip.

Benny was mesmerized at the sight of the boy's member laying heavy against the hollow of his hip.

"Benny I followed you but I lost your scent, I became confused." Sam ran his hand between his legs, "You haven't made time for me; we were going to dine somewhere. You promised and then left me all alone."

Benny licked his lips as he fantasized sucking every drop of semen from the boys sack then fucking his tight little ass, "I promise tomorrow Mariette will be in charge and I'm going to take you in a carriage to a very nice restaurant and then perhaps we can see where the day takes us…would you like that?"

Sam gave him a dreamy look, "Will the day take us to your bedroom?"

He rubbed his rough hand over the tender skin of the boys thigh, "Someplace much nicer than this squalor, you deserve the very best."

Benny draped a blanket over Sam and lifted him to his feet, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Sleep well and tomorrow you will have your day of courting and let us see where this relationship takes us. Now be a good boy and go."

Sam wanted to ask exactly what Benny meant but instead he wrapped the blanket around himself and crept back to his room. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and went straight to bed forcing himself to be a very good boy for Benny.

….

Sam woke to his brother sniffing him. "You have been hunting, I smell blood."

Sam shoved him back and wrapped the blanket from Benny's room tightly around him, "I have no privacy."

A deep rumble came from Dean's chest as he shoved Sam twice as hard, "Who did you kill?"

"I didn't kill anyone, I was following Benny and lost him but I came upon a fresh body and I only took the heart Dean. I ate it and that was all. When I turned back I fell asleep at on Benny's door step and now I'm here."

He grabbed his brother's face and looked for dishonestly but all he saw was a frightened boy. "I believe you Sam."

Sam visibly relaxed, "Dean tomorrow Benny is taking me to a fancy eatery. May I still go?"

Dean kissed him on the forehead, "Of course. I realize that you are right, I do treat you like a child and maybe this time I can loosen my grip and allow you to make choices for yourself…the right choices of course."

Sam hugged him tightly taking the breath right out of Dean, "Thank you dear brother, of course I'll make the right choices." Sam had his fingers crossed as he said it.

….

The next morning Sam crept down to the kitchen before sunrise and found Petra baking bread for the day. The delicious smell of yeast filled the air covering the usual noxious smells that forced their way in from outside. He grabbed a kettle to warm water.

"Petra today Benny is taking me in a real carriage and we are going to eat in a fine restaurant. Do you have any scent that would be nice on me?"

The cook adored Sam. When he smiled and showed her those dimples her heart melted. He reminded her of a son she had lost to illness long ago so even though Petra scolded Sam quite a bit her bark was worse than her bite. "I do have something you can use. Go bathe yourself then because you smell ripe and that won't do at all."

….

Sam scrubbed himself vigorously from head to toe until he smelled fresh. He carefully combed the tangles out of his long mop of wavy hair and brushed it back off his face. Dean was always telling Sam he was quite handsome but hid his fine features. Sam tied a bit of leather cord around his hair creating a ponytail against his neck

Sam walked back into the kitchen naked as the day he was born and stole a pastry which earned him a swat on the fanny from Peta, "Cover your pecker and stop stealing pastry, you can have one when they are cool." She fished in her pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle, "Here, put a dab of this behind your ears and any other places you would like Benny to sniff."

Sam took the bottle and opened it, the scent of lavender hit him and it was most pleasing to his senses. "Thank you."

"Well go on and use it, I can't afford to give you the bottle."

Sam dabbed some behind each ear, under his arm pits and between his legs then handed her the bottle back. She rolled her eyes, "Do you expect more than food from Benny today?"

Sam broke out in a grin, "I don't know, a boy can only dream."

He got another smack on the fanny as he ran out laughing with a pastry in each hand.

….

Dean paid Benny for their weeks rent and took the opportunity to talk to him about his brother, "I know your taking Sam out shortly, be good to him. I worry he looks on you as a father figure Benny. He's only had me for so long and we are close in age. Sam never knew our mother; she was killed when he was just a baby. Our father has been dead for several years and Sam was quite affected by it."

Benny gave him an earnest look, "Would it be so bad if Sam saw me as a father and a mate? If I fill that need for him then so be it. I would never hurt him Dean; he is the first male I've ever been taken with. What is it Dean, what makes Sam so different from all the rest?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

…..

Castiel was discussing his thoughts on the murder of Martha Tabram with Chief Inspector Leeds when one of the officers interrupted them, "Excuse me but I have a letter for Inspector Novak." He handed Castiel the envelope and was going to leave but Castiel told him to stay.

The Inspector sniffed the envelope then held up to the light. Leeds watched with amusement, "What in the world are you doing?"

Castiel took a knife and carefully slit the envelope open, "One can never be too careful." He took out the letter and opened it.

Inspector Novak,

I read of your exploits in the paper and I was very impressed with your talents. You seem to be a clever hunter and I find in you a kindred spirit.

I am a hunter as well and take my work very seriously as I'm sure you do. There is nothing like the pleasure of ridding the streets of human rubbish. We are like minded you and I where that is concerned.

I had the opportunity to actually see you in person. You are a very striking man Inspector; even though it was brief I had a glimpse of those breathtaking blue eyes of yours.

As I write this I am naked with your monogrammed handkerchief wrapped around my cock and stroking with one hand. The moment is almost perfect. My semen is rising and if not for the faded bloodstains of the whore on the fine fabric this could very well be nirvana.

I'll be watching.

Sincerely,

Jack

Chief Inspector Leeds and the policeman watched as Castiels nostrils flared much like an angry bull. His mouth tightened as he carefully placed the letter back in the envelope.

He grabbed the policeman's wrist and studied his hand, "What are these stains on your fingernails and caught in the dry skin of the cuticles, to me it looks like blood."

"It is blood Sir, animal blood. My father has a butcher shop and I help him from time to time. I apologize for not cleaning more thoroughly."

Castiel let go and grabbed a piece of paper and pen, he began taking notes, "How old are you?"

Leeds rapped the desk with his knuckles, "Inspector, what are you driving at?"

Castiel never bothered to look up, "I am not driving at anything. I want to know how old he is." He began grilling the man on his education, the location of the butcher shop, when he joined the force and many other things.

The last question pertained to the person that delivered the letter. The policeman, Brenton Anders, said that a man in a postman's uniform delivered it. He gave a description which was very poor since Anders didn't bother to study the postman. Anders left, happy to be away from the prying Inspector.

Castiel held up the envelope to Leeds, "No stamp, postmark or return address, nothing. Whoever delivered this was the man who wrote it. Your incompetent officer could barely give me anything to go on. Honestly Chief Inspector, I would think that the men here would observe everyone around them."

Leeds tried to calm the young man down, "Cas you have to understand that these men are not you. I hate to call you a genius but there it is…you are. I'm not suggesting that the men here are imbeciles but they work the streets among the people and don't work the difficult cases as you do."

Castiel was indignant, "I'll have you know I've done exactly the same thing. I've been among the people on the streets and worked very hard to get where I am. Is it my fault that my talents happened to hasten my rise to Inspector?"

"I'm not arguing with you, it's just that your intensity might be a bit much for someone such as Anders and the rest."

The Inspector slipped the envelope in his breast pocket, "Perhaps it's not my intensity that bothers them. I walked through here this morning and someone called me a sodomite. I would have taught the man a lesson but no one would admit to saying it."

"I'm sorry about that, you deserve respect. It's a backward time we live in Cas. Tell me something, do you have a special gentleman in your life?"

Castiel frowned at his superior, "No, I do not. I've never had the pleasure of love. I tell you this in confidence because frankly there is no one else I can talk to about such things. Since you were my father's friend and have been so kind I felt I could share that much."

Leeds broke into a jolly smile, "Excellent! I have a nephew, a handsome young man who is visiting me on holiday for a month. Armand arrives this weekend and I believe he is of your persuasion and very much alone here except for my wife and me. I have four tickets to see "Vigoureux Loup-garou" and I've been looking for a couple to go with us. My wife would be most pleased so I hope you will say yes."

Now Castiel was frowning harder than ever, "I couldn't."

Leeds insisted saying the Inspector needed a fine night out and that there would be dining afterward. Pushed into a corner and still confused about the kiss from Dean when he knew that the young man was sleeping with Sam, he relented and agreed but only as company for Armand and nothing else.

…..

Benny went over things with his sister, "You, Lars and Petra will handle things?"

Mariette looked over at Sam who was shifting nervously from foot to foot with his eyes downcast. "Of course."

"Sister would you handle things this evening as well? I might be staying the night in London with Sam…I don't know yet."

Mariette touched her brother's face, "Yes I will. Be gentle with Sam, he seems broken in places. Make love to him tenderly."

He kissed his sister on the forehead, "Of course."

….

Benny held the carriage door open for Sam and boy stepped inside. Once they were moving Sam exhaled the breath he had been holding and began to look out the window watching the grimness of Whitechapel fall behind them.

Benny took Sam's hand in his and kissed the palm, "You look lovely today. I've never seen you with your hair pulled back, Sam you are very handsome this way although I do love your long, wild waves just as much. I confess that I'm partial to the beauty and softness it gives your features."

Sam swallowed, his throat felt very dry and the sometimes bold boy was now so nervous that sweat was running down the back of his stolen jacket. "Stop, I know what I look like Benny. I'm too thin and tall, I doubt I'll ever fill out and will look like a stork forever. Dean always tells me how attractive I am but when I see myself in the mirror I'm all arms and legs. My face is good enough as well as my hair but the rest is lacking."

Benny gave in to his feelings; he grabbed Sam's face and kissed him until the boy was almost in a swoon. Benny held back the monster inside of him, the one that wanted to consume every part of Sam's body until he became a part of the vampire forever.

Instead he blurted out, "I have such feelings for you mon cher, I cannot get you out of my mind. I make mistakes while I'm working for lack of focus. There is only you Sam Winchester and all the rest of this world falls away."

Sam twisted the frayed bottom of his jacket between his slender fingers, there were tears rolling down his face but he didn't make a sound. Instead he rested his head on Benny's lap. The vampire untied the leather from Sam's hair and combed his nails through the waves releasing them over the boy's shoulders.

"Why are you crying my pet?"

"I have felt so lonely even with Dean at my side but now maybe I have you…do I Benny?"

…..

Dean lay there trying to sleep but the noise from the street kept waking him. He was still exhausted from the previous evening and now it was almost noon as he was no closer to being rested.

He clutched the handkerchief in his hand and pressed it to his face now desperate for even a hint of Castiel. Dean hoped a bit of sweat might have clung from the handsome blue eyed mans palm as he held it before giving it back to Dean.

Dean was in pain from the loneliness and drudgery of his existence. At twenty he saw his life as very different then it was now. He was gradually losing Sam, Dean could feel it. Although his brother loved him dearly there were so many things he couldn't provide the sixteen year old with. Now Dean was trapped in a life that would keep a fine man like Castiel away from him. Dean felt far from worthy and knew that was the reason for the intriguing man running off after the kiss. Here Castiel had saved Dean yet again but he was no closer to knowing the man than he was before.

…

It was quite early, barely midday but Jack enjoying the long process of preparing. To him the evening would be an event; he could release the bloodlust building inside of him. Jack hadn't a particular whore in mind, he was in great need and really anyone of them would do. The hunting was part of the pleasure, finding the weakest and culling the dredge from the rest.

Jack laid out his instruments deciding what would be just right; he chose a long, sharp knife and a razor. For good measure he also decided to bring a garrote although he hoped to go right for the blade since that was his preference.

He sat at his dressing table staring at himself in the mirror as the mental preparation began.

TBC