Dean luxuriated in the hot, scented bath water. The tub was deep and so much better than squatting to clean himself in the shallow tub at Benny's after hauling buckets of heated water.

He slid down until submerged and popped out again then scrubbed his hair briskly with his nails. Dean felt safe in the confines of the steamy bath and fantasized about his Castiel. He was sure the Inspector was a virgin since Dean had given him his first real kiss and the way the man acted when touched in a sexual manner was odd as if he were a child instead of an adult.

Dean loved him but there was no basis for the feelings. It was instinct that drove him to want to possess this strange, brilliant man. He decided no matter what he wouldn't leave without having Castiel.

After his bath he found a robe hanging from the door and slipped it on then went to the kitchen where something wonderful was cooking. Daisy was stirring a large pot of lamb stew and fresh bread was cooling on the table. There were small pastries on a platter and tea steeping in a blue and white china teapot. The fire was blazing and Dean thought he had stepped into Heaven.

Daisy smiled at him and said "Good evening sir. Help yourself to whatever you like. Master Novak will be back soon," She glanced up at the clock. "He usually comes in late like this. The poor man is run ragged what with this killer on the loose."

Dean sat and poured himself some tea and took one of the pastries, "Tell me about him."

She nervously smoothed the front of her apron as she sat at the table with Dean. Daisy took a small cookie with a sugared violet and nibbled. "I shouldn't speak about my employer although I would only have good things to say. He is very kind and gentle, the best man I've ever worked for."

Dean gave her his most winning smile, "Tell me the good things then. Surely there is no harm in that."

"Well…let's see, he is a bit mysterious. I know he was in the seminary but there was a scandal…oh here I go telling things I shouldn't."

He took her hand and squeezed it, "Go on and tell me about it…just between us."

Daisy tucked an errant curl behind her ear and smiled, "Well just between us then. Rumors are that there was another young man involved. The Inspector was caught with his robes open and the other man was," she pointed to her lap, "kissing him there. Rather than have the young man's dreams destroyed the Inspector took the full blame and left in disgrace. The sad part is I don't think he did a thing. Master Novak seems very innocent despite his grisly work."

The front door slammed and Daisy popped up from her chair. "Please don't mention to him I told you."

A deep voice called out, "Daisy."

She hurried out of the kitchen.

….

Benny prowled the streets for someone deserving of quenching the vampires thirst. He went as long as possible without blood but as the weeks dragged on he felt himself losing vigor and he was forced to hunt. He knew Sam was following even though he told his young lover to stay safely in his room.

He went to the part of Whitechapel that held the most base of humans. Benny had a taste for those that sold opium or pimped, those that beat women or children, or terrorized small business owners for protection money. The bullies and bastards that filled the streets like a wave of illness bringing Whitechapel even lower if possible.

Benny found one quite easily. He dragged the struggling man behind a dry goods store and sank his teeth into his jugular drinking until he was full. The beautiful wolf watched quietly from the shadows waiting his turn. Once his mate dropped the body he went in and ate his fill of meat and then came the street pack to feed and cover the evidence.

Benny learned to bring a shirt and pants for Sam so the boy could change instead of risking being caught out in the open as the wolf. Usually Benny fucked Sam naked and blood covered against the nearest wall. It was frenzied as the pair humped to mutual orgasm and then they escaped back to the Drunken Pony where Benny bathed and tended to Sam's tender body.

…

Castiel ate at the dining table with Dean who noticed the man was on his third glass of wine. His hand shook as he raised it to his lips and sipped staring at Dean with intensity.

Dean moved the lamb around then speared a chunk and ate it chasing the savory meat with his wine. "It's very good…thank you for letting me bathe and have a meal. You don't know how very appreciative I am for the kindness."

Not one for small talk, Castiel found himself grasping for words, "You always look hungry and dirty so I felt it was the right thing to do."

"I imagine someone like me looks like another charity case to someone like you Castiel. Before the evening is ruined we should talk."

The Inspector drained the last of the wine and felt very lightheaded. He stood and stumbled a bit as he went to the study to sit and Dean followed taking the opposite wingback.

Daisy brought them more wine but hesitated to pour for her employer. "Sir you seem a bit tipsy." He held out his glass and she gave in and poured then left them.

"Dean, I'm sorry for my answer earlier. Sometimes I'm not very good at accepting kind words or making small talk with people. My father always said I was a bit backward and shy."

Dean blurted out what he needed to say, "Castiel, Sam is my brother. We are not lovers but have always shared the same bed. I know we seem unusually close but there are reasons behind that."

Castiel tilted his head in that odd but enduring way Dean had noticed, "Truly?"

Dean smiled, "Truly."

"Dean, were you serious when you assured me you have no diseases you carry or can spread and that you would give up the wretched life you lead?"

He went on his knees in front of Castiel and looked up at him as if worshipping God, "Yes I swear on my life."

Castiel reached down and touched Dean's lovely face, "I warn you, I have never had a true sexual relationship and I don't know if I'm able. I know it's not normal for a man my age. I had someone once that I had feelings for but we never consummated the relationship and it ended with me disgraced. I learned my lesson; loving a man is fraught with danger and pain and I vowed to never feel that way again. That is until I saw you."

Dean stood up and dropped the robe waiting to see what Castiel would do. He closed his eyes and sighed as cool fingers gently stroked his penis. Lips were next; just a kiss to the head and a tentative lick then the contact was gone.

"Dean I'd like to try if you'll have me…if I disappoint you I'll understand if you leave."

….

Daisy was cleaning up the kitchen for the evening when she heard a knock on the front door. She hurried over and peered through the curtain to see a well dressed, attractive young man standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a fine coach sitting outside.

She left the chain on the door and peered through the crack, "I'm sorry, the Master is busy, could I take a message?"

"Tell him Armand Leeds is here and I forgive him for leaving me the other evening. He will know what I mean. Please don't leave me standing here holding these flowers, I feel like a fool!"

She shut the door and locked it, "Wait there."

…

Castiel felt strange laying there as Dean kissed his neck; it was exciting and nerve-racking at the same time. When a curious hand squeezed the bulge straining against the silk night shirt he insisted on wearing to bed moisture seeped through the fabric.

Dean bent down and kissed the damp spot, "Please let me see you…I can tell you have a beautiful body and you shouldn't hide it. I think I need to make you come and then you will be more relaxed so you can make love to me."

It was almost as if Castiel had been conditioned to be ashamed of himself and his cravings and Dean decided to change all that this night. He lifted then pulled off the night shirt and was treated to a lean, firm figure with defined muscles and smooth chest.

A sizeable cock sprung out stiff and proud from the bush of glossy black curls and beneath that were two plump balls encased in a smooth, tan sack. "Oh Castiel, you are very beautiful…even more stunning than I could have imagined." He immediately engulfed the member with his skilled mouth and sucked it only briefly until the man writhing on the mattress moaned, filling Dean's gullet with a warm, slick of fluid.

As another round came, Castiels blue eyes snapped up, his body twisted and jerked and he began moaning a prayer in Latin.

Afterward Dean held him allowing Castiel to share his feelings. "This must be what Heaven feels like…no, better than Heaven could ever be. I feel safe with you Dean; I hope I instill the same feelings in you."

Dean kissed him softly, "After you rest you can show me Heaven darling…you can make love to me."

"I hope I don't disappoint you."

"Never."

…

Daisy took a deep breath and exhaled, she knocked on the bedroom door even though she was warned not to bother him. "Sir I'm so sorry to disturb you, there is a young man here by the name of Armand Leeds…what do I do? I don't think he will leave."

Dean sat up and looked down at Castiel with a hurt look, "Who is this?"

Castiel got up and put on his dressing gown and robe, "I'll be right back."

…..

Armand was sitting in the study by the fire waiting for Castiel, when he appeared the pretty young thing stood and thrust the flowers out to him, "For you…I wanted to let you know I forgive you for being so rude to me and leaving especially in light of the intimate moment we had together."

Castiel took the flowers, "Thank you, this is most kind." He said nothing after that not sure how to proceed. Armand broke the silence, "You could offer me a drink and an explanation."

"Of course, I'll put these in water and fetch some tea, Daisy has retired for the night."

After Castiel left, Armand busied himself with examining the shelves filled with books. A low growl came from doorway; Armand stepped behind the desk with a fire poker in his hand assuming that Castiel had a guard dog. When a naked beauty stepped out of the shadows he gasped, "Who are you?"

Dean gave him a wicked smile filled with very white teeth, "I'm his mate…I claimed him as my own and you have no business here so I suggest you leave."

Armand stepped out from behind the desk and looked Dean over with a critical eye and was immediately jealous; he was perfection. "When I hear it from Castiel I'll believe that, until then I think you should collect your money and go back to street walking."

Dean lunged for him lifting the startled young man easily off his feet and shook him like rag doll, "He…is…my…mate!"

There was a crash from behind him, "Dean!"

Dean dropped Armand and turned to see a shocked Castiel standing in the doorway with tray at his feet and a shattered teapot and cups on the floor. Dean bolted past him stepping on the broken china in the process.

Castiel went to tend to Armand helping him to a chair, "I…I'm sorry. I was going to tell you about him. Your uncle arranged me as your escort. What happened at the play was a mistake."

Armand burst out crying, he had been terrified of Dean and his heart was broken over the Inspectors admission, "He is crazed! He has the strength of a lunatic and is a danger yet you choose him over me?"

Castiel knelt in front of him drying his eyes with the ever present white embroidered handkerchief, "I didn't choose Dean Winchester, I just fell in love. Armand you are so handsome…you have the presence of an angel. You have much to offer a good man and someday you will find him I know it. I would only bring you heartache and confusion…I am a strange creature. Do you believe me?"

Armand shrugged, "I don't have a choice, I think I could love you easily Castiel. I find you fascinating."

He kissed Armand on the forehead and helped him to his feet, "Come, I'll walk you to the carriage and tomorrow you will wake up and see that I'm right."

He helped the sad young man in the carriage, apologized for the evening's events and his rude behavior at the play. He told Armand he would be there as a friend if he needed one but nothing else.

….

Castiel entered the bedroom and locked the door behind him. He didn't see Dean but saw the trail of blood leading to the dressing screen, "Dean, come out, you are wounded."

He heard a whimper come from behind the screen. "Dean?" When there was no response he went to check and found the young man cowering in the corner, "I'm sorry Castiel."

He swore for a moment Deans eyes reflected in the darkness giving him the look of an animal. "Come out please, I'm not cross with you and your feet need to be tended to."

"I have pieces of china in my feet, I can't walk."

Castiel removed the screen, lit up the room and brought hot water, a tweezers, balm and bandages. He sat on the floor for a very long time carefully removing everything from both feet then washed and rubbed them with the balm ending with the bandages.

He stood and helped Dean up and the bleeding started again. He hoisted him over his shoulder, no easy task, and struggled to get Dean in bed then rewrapped his feet. "I need to fetch the doctor in the morning."

Dean had never in his life been treated tenderly except by his mother. Sam tried his best but he was, in Deans eyes, still a child and bored easily of playing nursemaid to his big brother. Now here was this strong man tending to his needs and it was wonderful.

"Castiel, that boy was very pretty. He is a part of your life then?"

"No, he is Chief Inspector Leeds nephew Armand. He is in London staying with his aunt and uncle and Leeds asked me to accompany him and his wife to a play and dinner. I was Armand's escort, I imagine because he didn't know any other males like his nephew and felt we would be a good match."

Dean felt his gut tighten thinking of Castiel touching Armand, "Are you a good match…did you touch each other? I don't want a broken heart either."

Castiel laughed out loud, something he rarely did, "We are a terrible match! I am older, world weary and morose. My job is raw, bloody and brutal but yet I enjoy it. Solving cases and working everything as a puzzle and a challenge…really could you see me with that little cherub? How dull I would find him after awhile and I'm sure he would find me the same."

Dean pushed himself up against the headboard, he was feeling more at ease, "Then I'm well suited to you?"

Castiel couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful creature resting on his bed. Wounded and needy, Dean brought out every ounce of nurturing from his soul. "You are very well suited…have others told you how magnificent you are?"

Dean felt himself blushing, "When you say it then it means something." He watched the Inspector remove his dressing gown and robe and crawl onto the bed next to him. His delicate hands ran over Dean's nipples, stomach and then lingered on the nest of blonde curls tugging and petting as he went.

"I want to try pleasing you with my mouth as you did for me."

Dean slid back down and spread his legs, "Yes please."

Castiel took his time exploring, first weighing the sack in his hand and gently rolling the balls in his fingers, "Close your eyes, I'll be braver that way."

Dean did as he was told. He felt the warm tongue travel along the tender flesh of his inner thighs; he was surprised to feel it poke his center to taste the most forbidden places. After a few minutes of this he heard, "You are divine." A mouth engulfed him, Dean was pleased Castiel knew to cover his teeth. He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so but he couldn't stop himself.

Dean had finally been touched unselfishly and the love behind the actions made it all the more exciting.

…

The next morning Dean woke to a strange man standing over him, he growled and scooted to the other side of the bed. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean, "Behave, the doctor came to look at your feet."

Dean watched warily as they were unwrapped and examined, the doctor looked at them under a magnifying glass but found no addition shards imbedded. "You did a fine job Inspector, I better watch out or you will put me out of business! There are no stitches required but you do have cuts in an unfortunate area. Try to stay off them and if you must walk be sure they are bandaged and covered with slippers. I think within a week you will be right as rain."

Dean protested, "A week, I need to go back to my brother!"

Castiel hugged him even tighter, "Shhh…be a good boy and listen to Dr. Taylor. Are you so eager to leave me?"

Dean looked back at his protector, "I never want to leave you but I have a responsibility."

The doctor cleared his throat loudly and the couple parted, "Behind closed doors with that. You are lucky I am you family physician and very discreet because this behavior would have you thrown out of the Metro otherwise." Dr. Taylor gave the sour faced Inspector a smile, "But then they couldn't do without you. To each his own I say."

Castiel managed a strained smile back, "Thank you for understanding me."

"Oh no…I don't understand this type of thing at all but I know you and you're a fine young man Castiel."

After he left, Castiel breezed around the room doing his morning routine as Dean watched. He exercised, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and dressed carefully to be sure all was perfect.

Daisy brought them porridge and tea. Dean wrinkled up his nose, "I have meat for breakfast if I can or even eggs." Castiel kissed his forehead, "It's much too heavy for the morning hours, for lunch Daisy will give you something more substantial."

He left before Dean could answer, heading off to his job.

Dean frowned at the bowl of porridge; he tried his best to magically turn it to bacon but he was only a werewolf and not a wizard.

….

Benny woke to Sam sitting on top of him, "I want cock."

"I just fucked you last night in the alley, isn't that little ass of yours still tender?"

Sam's teeth were extra sharp looking and Benny hoped he wasn't thinking of giving him oral pleasure, "My little ass is very tender but the more we had relations the better it is. Then you will never leave me because I'm so giving."

Benny quickly grabbed him rolling Sam on his back pinning him to the bed, "I will never leave you my pretty wolf and I don't think you would let me. You bled last night and it was worrying to me. Rest and I'll let you know when you can have my cock again."

Sam yawned wide letting out happy little growls, "Don't worry, I won't bleed anymore but very well, you are my Alpha and I'll do as you say."

…..

Castiel was being chastised by the Chief Inspector, Armand had come in crying the night before and told his aunt that a naked, frightening man had attacked him and to add insult to injury, Castiel broke up with him.

Castiel explained that they didn't break up because they were never together. He also told Leeds that Dean was his companion then apologized for Deans actions.

"Well when I asked you Cas you told me you were unattached."

"I was until yesterday. Please understand I escorted Armand as a kindness and I apologized for running out of the play like that. It was rude and I've never acted like that before. Your nephew is a wonderful young man but I'm afraid I am too dark for him."

"My wife was very terse this morning and I'm really up against it, I need to make my nephew happy."

Castiel had an idea, "I have a way to fix this."

….

The Inspector watched the young officer doing paperwork, all the things that the more experienced men disliked. He was at the bottom having just joined Metro and would need to go through the rites of passage to advance. That was a long process but he did the grunt work with a cheery attitude.

Castiel leaned on the desk and smiled at him, "Come with me, we need to speak in private." He took the young man to a coat room and shut the door, "Tell me Officer Dawson are you attached or are you looking for a relationship?"

He took a step back, "Sir?"

"Do you have a man in your life?"

"Sir I enjoy the company of women!"

"Bullshit, maybe if you were dress shopping…now tell me. Don't worry, I also enjoy men."

Dawson straightened his shoulders and decided to be honest, "I do not have a man but if you're offering I find you attractive."

Castiel patted his cheek, "You flatter me, I know a very pretty young man that writes poetry, enjoys plays, dining out and he's very sensual…does that interest you?"

Dawson nodded, "Y…yes."

"Excellent!"

He grabbed his sleeve and brought him to the Chief Inspectors office, "Here, this is Officer Dawson. He's handsome, young, ambitious and unattached and would love to meet Armand."

Leeds brightened right up, "Wonderful, we are having squab for dinner. I'll give you my address, be there at seven and you can meet my nephew."

Castiel put on his hat and grabbed his cane, "Now that I've fixed this I am going home to my companion. Have a good evening gentlemen."

…

Dean hobbled with the help of a cane to the study and found a book of poetry to read. He missed his brother and wondered if Sam was doing well. Whitechapel was dangerous especially with a killer on the loose and he prayed Benny would watch over him.

…..

Castiel and Dean sat at the table having dinner together. Dean smiled down at his platter filled with chicken and roasted potatoes, "You know we are getting on very well." He squeezed Castiels hand, "Where do we go from here?"

"Tomorrow I'm moving you to my country estate."

"What about Sam?"

Castiel looked up from his meal, "Sam will be fine."

Dean had his doubts and wondered how long he could go without seeing his brother. Despite his feelings for Castiel, Sam was a part of him. There was also the worry of separating Sam from the vampire and Dean wasn't sure how this tangled mess would all work out. On top of it all he still held his secret, afraid to scare away the man he wanted so badly. Dean hoped after Castiel made love to him the Inspector could overlook his curse and love Dean the way he was.

TBC