The next morning Dean was very pleased to see a platter of bacon and eggs set before him. Daisy hummed as she filled his delicate china cup with coffee and a generous dose of cream.

He sipped the most welcome beverage and smiled, "Coffee, this is wonderful. I missed it since coming here."

She smiled back, "The Master had a fresh bag of beans delivered just for you."

Dean piled bacon on his plate; it was a true luxury for him, "Sit and eat with me."

She sat, "Thank you but no, I've been nibbling all morning and I'm getting quite plump, I've got to keep my figure to get a man."

Dean slid the platter over, "Nonsense, men like a lady with meat on her bones. Tell me Daisy, what is the country estate like?"

She tapped her chin with a finger and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, "I don't know but I imagine it's lovely. The Inspector has fine taste in things, clothing, food, music and books. He rides horses very well I've heard so there would be riding."

Castiel breezed in dressed in crisp clothes looking perfectly put together, "Good morning, are you ready to leave soon Dean? I have a carriage coming and the ride is going to be longer than an hour, with the rain the roads might prove to be difficult."

Daisy popped up and left them.

Dean looked down at his plate, "I've been thinking…maybe I could stay here in London with you? Then I could see Sam often."

Castiel frowned, "No, I insist Dean. With this madman after prostitutes he might have seen you and even if you gave up this dismal profession you could be a target."

…

There was a tearful parting between the brothers that day and the rain that fell over Whitechapel reflected their feelings. Sam griped his brother tightly, "I love you dear brother."

Dean looked back at Castiel sitting stoically in the carriage, "Then come with me Sammy."

Benny wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and pulled Sam back, "No Dean, his place is here with me now."

Dean reached out and straightened Sam's shirt collar, "You always look a mess. Sam, are you truly happy?"

The boy nodded, "Yes…except now you won't be here." Sam grabbed his brother's face and kissed him full on the mouth. After the last of the goodbyes the carriage vanished down the muddy, congested streets of Whitechapel.

…..

In the carriage Dean was on his knees pleasuring Castiel, not because he had to do it, because he wanted the blue eyed man badly. Castiel felt wonderfully filthy as he watched the pretty creatures head bobbing with enthusiasm.

As Castiel drew near to his orgasm Dean released the turgid cock with a pop and used his hand to finish. He held his mouth wide open and as the moaning man released over his face. Dean caught much of it on his tongue then shared it with Castiel. The Inspector surprised Dean by running his lips over the droplets and tasting himself.

Afterward Dean fell asleep as Castiel held him.

….

"Dean wake up, we are home."

Dean sat up and looked out the window, the rain had let up and the sun was trying its level best to make an appearance. He looked at the looming stone structure that gave a sense of foreboding and welcome at the same time if such a thing was possible. "Castiel you live in a castle!"

The Inspector laughed, "It's hardly a castle my love. Come with me and I'll show you our room we will share. There is plenty of time to explore the house and grounds."

He introduced Dean to Percy and the rest of the staff. Percy couldn't hide his happiness over the Inspector finally finding a companion, he grabbed Deans hand and shook it, "Welcome Master Dean, it's so lovely to have you here!"

Dean liked his enthusiasm, "Thank you but please don't call me Master. Sir or just Dean is fine."

Castiel smirked at his butler and old friend, "Call him Sir, thank you for being so warm toward my…my partner."

Percy clapped his hands at the two cooks, "Hurry, prepare something wonderful for dinner." They were both dressed in long, grey dresses with white aprons and when the two plump women hurried to the kitchen, Dean thought they looked like well fed geese.

…

"And finally my darling, our bed chamber."

When Castiel opened the doors to the huge room Dean was in awe, "The paintings, and the fireplace…the bed!" He ran over and flopped back on it, "I feel like a princess."

Castiel laughed for the second time that day and it felt good, "Don't you mean a prince?"

"No, with you I'm a princess. I don't need to be hard, finally I have a chance to be soft and let you guide me."

He watched Dean roll on his stomach and his ill fitting pants ride up his crack. The swell of the young man's buttocks made Castiels cock plump up again. He began taking off his clothing as Dean wiggled around on the feather bed.

"Do you mean it Dean; you want me to take charge?"

Dean stood and took off his own clothing, "Yes, to be my mate forever, my Alpha. I want you to be strong and commanding but yet tender and loving with me."

Castiel took off his last bit of clothing and dropped it to the floor, "There is something about you, I have these urges inside of me. I want to possess you."

Dean crawled onto the large featherbed, on hands and knees he pressed his chest to the mattress to display himself for his mate. Castiels breathing picked up when he saw the flushed pink skin between the young man's buttocks and the wetness around his entrance.

The Inspector had no experience with men this way but was sure they didn't become slick like females, or so he was told. A scent filled the air and he had an urge to bury his face and lick but stopped himself.

"You are so tight and perfect…I thought you would be..." He didn't finish afraid Dean's feelings would be hurt.

Dean rolled on his back and spread his legs, "Ruined, scarred, stretched? I heal very well. I promise that I'm only slick for you, it's never happened to me before until I met you Castiel and then I knew you were the one."

Dean wiped his palms and the soles of his feet across the bed to scent mark his territory so others would know who this man belonged to. He didn't know it would make little difference to humans entering the bed chamber.

Something snapped inside Castiel, he got between Deans legs and fumbled with his cock trying to line himself up. He shoved his way inside until his balls were flush with the Deans ass.

Dean let out a low, long whining sound as his features tightened and back arched sharply. He reached round and dug his nails into his mates back as the human pounded relentlessly. The musk that permeated the bed chamber and the sounds of damp flesh on flesh spurred Castiel on.

He could have never imagined such a feeling as his member sliding in and out of the silk of this beautiful creature. Now Castiel understood why he waited so long for this pleasure. He doubted the feeling could ever be repeated with anyone but Dean Winchester.

The pace became ragged as he neared his climax; Dean's cock began jerking between them coating their bellies and causing his lover to do the same deep in his bowels. Castiel shuddered head to toe as he gathered Dean in his arms and cried out, "I love you!"

There it was how he truly felt. He pulled out and rolled off, panting as his body went limp. Castiel turned his head away, embarrassed that his lover didn't voice the same feelings. "From you silence I think that I didn't do this very well."

He tried to leave and found strong arms pulling him back, Deans voice had the edge of a growl, "Where are you going? You can't say that you love me and then leave." Dean pushed him down and sat on top of the surprised man, "For the first time in my life I am owned by someone that I love deeply. I would never have your cock leave my body if I had a choice, it was magical."

He smiled softly at Dean, "I'm relieved; I thought you didn't like the intercourse. I was too rough with you but I couldn't help myself. You drive me mad, some days I try my best to work but all my thoughts go back to you. I feel I can trust you to be honest and tender with my heart. Those things are very important to me."

Dean got off him and curled up under the blanket. He hadn't been honest with his biggest secret and now he wasn't sure how to reveal himself without Castiel hating him for being a liar or shoot him for being a monster.

….

He spent several days with Dean settling his lover in and then left for London to work and stay at his residence there. Dean was lonely; he always had Sam and now Castiel. When the Inspector left there was a hole in his heart. He tried to fill the time with books from the extensive library. It was two levels with winding stairs in the center of the great room leading the second floor. Generations of Novak family had contributed and there was more to read than Dean had time.

There was a gallery with large glass doors that opened into the gardens. Dean was surrounded by paintings and sculptures, some done by Castiel. When that lost its shine he rode horses, beauties at his disposal. The Novak estate was extensive and the trails through the forest were lovely.

One day Dean came across a flock of sheep in a meadow, the spindly old shepherd waved in greeting and came over, "Are you the Masters young man?"

Dean was amazed no one there blinked an eye at the Inspector being a homosexual with a lover in residence. His staff seemed protective and loyal of Castiel and Dean felt that showed the man's good character.

"Yes I am, my name is Dean. These are his sheep?"

"Aye, the Master likes to spin but not knit. He leaves that to the women, when he had more free time he did the dyeing as well. Now with him working for Metro and investigating these horrid murders we don't see him often."

Dean dismounted and sat with the shepherd called David and they shared a drink, "He's very talented…why does he work when he doesn't have to?"

David laughed, "Because he needs his mind working constantly, you must not know him well enough yet. I worked for his grandfather, his father and now him. All three of them worked and didn't need to. His brother was a hard worker…a fine boy and it's a damn shame he was killed."

He clapped his hands on his thighs and stood up, "I better check for strays, my dogs are hiding in the tall grass." He whistled and two Corgis came bounding toward them. They stopped several yards from Dean and waited for their Master to leave before growling at him.

When the shepherd was distracted Dean growled back at the two little dogs then took a step toward them. Both dogs sat and lowered their heads; Dean was satisfied when they finally sniffed his foot and rolled on their backs in submission.

….

September 30th, 1888

Daisy knocked hard on the bedroom door, "Sir, come quick, there are policemen here for you."

Castiel was dressed and ready in less than five minutes; he opened the door and strode past Daisy to the foyer to greet them. Both men looked grim, "Two murders Inspector, one cut up and gruesome as can be."

They took him to the site of Elizabeth Stride first. The physician was there as well as a meat wagon. Castiel crouched next to the woman noting the only apparent injury was a cut throat.

Castiel took his time interviewing people and checking for clues, "The murder was seen by the two witnesses before entering the building; they assumed she was just doing a business transaction and thought nothing of it. The man that found the body, Louis Diemschutz said it was about 1:00 in the morning when he came across the unfortunate woman and went for help." He looked over at Israel Swartz and PC Smith, "They are useless, both of them give totally different descriptions of the man she was with."

Frustrated, he told them to take the body away and off the Inspector went to the next murder.

….

Catherine Eddowes looked quite different than Liz. Castiel noted the gruesome injuries; the frustrated killer went immediately in search of a new victim after being interrupted. The woman's intestines were laid over her right shoulder and she had her face slashed open in several areas, the throat was cut and her body was open from breast bone to her pubic region.

He couldn't determine every injury, there was too much blood and damage, Castiel had her taken away and spoke to the witnesses.

….

Leeds stayed with Castiel until the older man was too weary to keep his eyes open. The public was crying out for justice in light of the two murders and Leeds along with several others assisted.

Castiel paced before the table of men, "I'm telling you that this was more than a crime of hatred, he derives sexual pleasure from it. That was why he was driven to kill again the very same night. I imagine Jack was frustrated and needed release. Elizabeth showed no signs of ejaculate on her person but Catherine did have leavings on her clothing, same with the others."

Albert Dunley, smirked, "From what I hear, you would know ejaculate when you see it Inspector."

Castiel stepped up to him and rapped the man in the mouth; Albert fell off his chair holding a hand over his lips. He coughed then spit a tooth on the floor, "Are you mad?!"

The Inspector growled, "I am mad, mad that you think this is funny when two women are dead. Mad that you believe me too weak to defend myself. What I do in the confines of my home is my business, I see you're not able to work with me on this and I'm asking the Chief Inspector to relieve you of your duties."

The two officers and Leeds sat there in stunned silence. Castiel looked to Leeds, "Well?"

The normally good natured man was put on the spot, "I think you need to have a thicker skin Inspector. He was out of line but fists weren't called for," Leeds couldn't look Castiel in the eye," Dunley you are suspended…Inspector I'm suspending you as well."

Castiel held up the autopsy photo of Catherine, "You do her a disservice by suspending me. Her and all the rest, I have a suspect but since I'm suspended I'll work this on my own. I've worked alone before and I can do it again…in fact I prefer it!"

He grabbed his hat and walking stick and on his way to the door kicked Dunley in the ass for good measure.

…..

Benny laid between the russet wolfs hind legs licking the long, pink shaft that twitched and jerked as the beautiful beast rolled his head back and forth on the pillow. The vampire wet his finger and pushed it inside a place he told Sam he would never go but here he was, giving his lover what he wanted.

After a bit Benny knelt on the bed and waited for the werewolf to assume the position. Once the long bushy tail was pinned to the side Benny fucked him hard just as Sam loved it. The beast grabbed the feather pillow in its jaws and tore it to shreds as he came over the bed. The vampire followed, filling the wolf up with seed.

The vampire had come to accept the act and learned to actually enjoy it. Afterward he held his mate as the wolf slowly changed back into the boy Benny knew and loved. Sam sighed, "I love you."

Benny carefully nipped the skin on his shoulder, licking the bead of blood forming, "I love you too. Sam I'm going out for awhile, I need to feed but I don't want you coming with me. I promise to bring you the heart if it's good or something else if it's not."

Sam curled into his side and he played with the hair on Benny's broad chest, "I don't like you going out alone. I'm your mate and I should go with you."

He kissed Sam on the forehead then his eyes turned black and his teeth slid out from the gums, "Who would challenge something like this?"

Sam let out a merry laugh, "You look so funny like that…very well, be careful."

…..

Sam went down to the tavern even though Benny told him not to. There were several ships that came in and the ports were packed. The streets of London and especially Whitechapel were loaded with sailors looking for a drink and a fuck.

Sam liked them because he got free drinks, something else Benny warned him against. He was worried the boy would drink too much and something would happen. Besides Sam being only sixteen he was also wild and without Dean there Benny had a difficult time controlling him despite being his Alpha. The vampire saw the damage Sam suffered during his lifetime and it came out in his behavior.

Mariette and Lars watched as Sam accepted a drink, "Lars I need to get wine from the cellar, watch him for me." The old man shuffled to the bar and leaned on it, "I'll watch the boy but I can't very well stop him."

"Fine, then call if he does something foolish."

…

Sam was sitting between two sailors drinking from a mug, "How do you all like Whitechapel?"

The four at the table gave each other knowing smiles, the one on Sam's left whispered in his ear, "I'd like it better if I could bend you over this table and give you a sound fuck."

Sam, now quite drunk both on spirits and what had been added when he wasn't looking, pushed the sailors arm playfully, "No, I don't sell! I have a mate and I love him dearly. There are lots of pretties here that will bend over for you."

He got up to leave them remembering Benny's warnings. Sam began to stagger and gripped the edge of the table, "I feel strange." He felt hands on his hips guiding him to the back door, "Don't worry lad, we can take care of you."

…..

Lars finished drawing a long line of beers and collecting the money. He looked through a break in the crowd and no longer saw Sam or the table of men. He shuffled as quick as he could to the cellar steps, "Mariette, come quickly, I think the boy was taken!"

TBC

Catherine Eddowes was buried on Monday, 8 October, 1888. Kate was buried in an unmarked grave in an elm coffin in City of London Cemetery, (Little Ilford) at Manor Park Cemetery, Sebert Road, Forest Gate, London, E12, in (public) grave 49336, square 318.

Today, square 318 has been re-used for part of the Memorial Gardens for cremated remains. Kate lies beside the Garden Way in front of Memorial Bed 1849. In late 1996, the cemetery authorities decided to mark Kate's grave with a plaque. At the time of her death she was 46 years old.

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Elizabeth Stride was buried on Saturday, 6 October, 1888. Elizabeth was buried at East London Cemetery Co. Ltd., Plaistow, London, E13. Grave 15509, square 37. The sparse Funeral was paid at the expense of the parish by undertaker, Mr Hawkes.

Elizabeth Stride's grave today is well marked and can still be seen at East London Cemetery. At the time of her death she was 45 years old.