Mariette ran up the stairs, the wine forgotten. She promised her brother that she would watch Sam and now the boy was missing. Lars was apologetic but she told him not to worry. "Just watch the bar and get Petra to help."

She dashed out the back and scoured the alley until she caught a scent, it was Sam marking as he went.

…..

Sam was stripped and forced to drink, he turned his head and vomited up the concoction but that didn't deter the men from molesting him. "Lord, the boy is pretty. How old do you think he is?"

"Couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen years of age, this one will turn out nicely."

"He's going to be a big one, pretty big already."

Sam's eyes felt glued shut, he could hear what they were saying but he didn't have the strength to turn and protect himself. He mumbled Benny's name.

"What did you say boy…Benny?"

"He's getting fucked from the owner of the Drunken Pony. I hope he don't come lookin' for him. That man is a tough one, built like a brick house."

Sam felt himself rolled on his belly and spread open, "Now that is lovely, look at him. I could eat that right up."

….

Mariette trailed her nose through the air; she had a keen sense of smell and It served her well. She tracked Sam to a point then deciding she needed her brother.

The ravishing young woman fended off the men that tried to hit her up and one she outright killed. Finally she found Benny wrapping a heart for Sam. Mariette always knew her brother was a romantic.

He snarled until he saw it was his sister and changed back to blue eyes and his easy smile, "Mariette, who is tending the tavern?"

She knelt in front of him, "I'm sorry, I went to the cellar and Lars was so busy…I lost Sam. He was drinking with sailors against my cautions. They took Sam away. Benny I picked up the scent of his fear."

Benny tucked the wrapped heart in his coat and pulled her up, "Show me."

…..

Castiel sat in his study brooding over his treatment, it wasn't like him to wallow in self pity but he longed to solve the Ripper case and get back to his lover. All he could think about was intercourse now. Just as he imagined, love was ruining his life but in a most wonderful way.

He admonished himself for being distracted and instead pulled out his large sketch book to flip through the drawings he did of the various descriptions of Jack the Ripper from every witness. Castiel was happy he had such skill for realism. "There has to be common traits amongst all these."

He worked through the night going over and over the pages and used a stack of paper to create composite images.

….

Mariette and Benny tracked Sam to the docks as his scent became stronger; they wove their way through the shacks crowding the area until the siblings knew they had found Sam.

Mariette whispered, "Let me go, this is my fault."

Benny grabbed her arm roughly, "No, Sam disobeyed me again. I should have known better than to entrust him to anyone else." He sat her on a barrel and then listened at the door. He heard laughing and then a growl from Sam.

Mariette was standing behind her brother again, she whispered, "I am going in with you, there are four of them and Sam sounds weak."

The siblings burst in the door of the shack and found Sam surrounded by the drunk, laughing men. He couldn't change but his eyes reflected in the semi darkness and his nails had lengthened. Mariette launched herself on the biggest of the men and tore out his larynx while strangling another with her free hand.

Benny had dispatched of another as Sam rammed his claws down the last ones throat tearing from the inside out.

It was over very quickly; all four were so shocked that they were dead before a scream came from any one of them. Benny, Mariette and Sam went into a feeding frenzy and once sated what was left of the bodies were rolled into the cold, black water under the dock. The three washed the gore off their bodies and trudged home with Sam's arm gripped tight by Benny.

….

Sam had yet another bucket of hot water dumped over his head as he stood shivering in the big wash tub. Benny was furious with him, "You drank, associated with people of low character and disobeyed all my rules. Do you know they would have raped and tortured you…that you would have been the one under the docks or sold into slavery?"

Sam could only say he was sorry and that was far from enough for Benny. He tossed him a blanket, "Wrap this around yourself and go to my room."

Sam started to cry; he stopped at the door and turned to the vampire, "Don't you mean our room?"

"Not anymore, I'm sending you to your brother. I love you too much to have this happen again." Sam protested, "I won't go!"

Benny snarled at him and Sam ran to Benny's bedroom.

…..

Sam was curled up on the floor when Benny entered; he crawled under the bed to hide.

"Sam, get out of there."

"No, you are going to yell at me again. You are mean to me."

Benny grabbed his ankle and dragged him out. He pushed Sam on the bed and spanked him hard until his cheeks were sore and bruised, "Now I'm mean." He took a leather collar from his coat pocket and secured it around the boy's neck, "You will always wear this so you remember who owns you no matter where you are."

"I am not a dog!"

Benny grabbed him by the hair and pulled it, "When you stop acting like a mongrel I'll stop treating you like one."

Sam began to cry again and Benny almost softened but knew this was for Sam's safety and his own physical needs came last. He took Sam in his arms and rocked him until he cried himself to sleep.

…..

Daisy peered out the window at the tough looking man with the crystal blue eyes and the tall, thin young man standing there, "Who are you?"

Benny's voice came through with his delightful accent, "Castiel knows us, I have Dean Winchesters brother here."

Sam had his head bowed, "I am Dean's younger brother Sam…my brother is the Inspectors lover."

She knew of Sam and heard he belonged with this other fellow Dean described as very strong and masculine, "I'll let you in but I warn you, I am armed!" She opened the door and surprised them both with a pistol at her side, a gift from the Inspector. "Master Novak isn't here but you can wait."

They sat in the drawing room by the fire and Daisy brought them tea and tarts. Benny wanted something stronger but he was trying his best not to imbibe in front of Sam. "The Inspector won't be back until after dark and it could be past midnight. Do you both have a place to stay for the night in London?"

Benny gave her a broad, easy smile, "Maybe the Inspector wouldn't mind us staying here?"

Daisy blushed and patted her braids, "All you good looking ones like other men. How can a girl get a husband that way….oh very well you can stay here but if the Master yells at me I'll not take the blame." She winked at Benny and flounced out the door.

Sam emitted a low rumble in his chest, "She better keep away from you or I'll eat her face."

Benny pulled him on his lap, Sam was too big but the vampire loved the size and weight of him, it always made the vampire so hard and needy, "You are jealous! Don't be, I've pledged myself to you Sam." He bounced him a bit, "Why don't you pull down your trousers and sit on my lap again."

Sam stood and pulled them down; Benny was sporting an erection that was already leaking. He carefully sat, sliding down on the thick cock. Sam let out a grunt when he was flush on the vampire's lap. Benny began bouncing him again while jerking the stiff member of his young lover.

Sam was in pain but filled with pleasure as well, his gut tightened as he let loose over his stomach. Benny gripped Sam's hips as he came inside the pretty little ass.

"Well that was quite a show."

Benny's eyes changed back to blue and focused on Castiel standing in the doorway holding his walking stick and gloves, "Sorry, Sam is so…."

"Lovely, just like his brother. I can see that, why are you both here?"

Sam, embarrassed now pulled up his pants and sat on his coat. Benny tucked himself away. "Sam was attacked and taken, Mariette and I rescued him. Sam doesn't listen to me and I'm afraid living above a tavern will get the boy killed. I beg you to take him to the country where his brother can control him better."

Sam rubbed his eyes, "I don't want to go."

Castiel was stuck, he needed to keep the boy safe and Dean would be furious if he knew what happened and Castiel didn't protect his brother. Castiel also worried Dean would run away to be with Sam.

"Alright, I'll have a carriage take Sam there in the morning and you can ride with him to make sure he listens."

Benny was now the one with tears, "I love you Sam but it's for the best."

….

Castiel had his composite sketch and knew he had seen this man somewhere before. He wracked his brain trying to remember and then it came to him, he passed this person the day Castiel was rushing away from Dean through the streets of Whitechapel. Now he had his killer, he just needed to find him.

…

Dean watched the carriage arrive hoping it was his lover. When Sam stepped out of the carriage followed by Benny, Dean ran to Sam and hugged him tight. "Sammy I missed you so much!"

They kissed on the lips much too long for Benny's tastes but then he told himself this was their way and who was he to question the interactions between werewolves. "I've brought Sam to live here with you Dean. Castiel said there was a nice cottage near the main house he could stay in for when I come to visit."

Dean fingered the leather collar around Sam's neck, "What did you do Sam? I know Benny wouldn't let you go if something dire hadn't happened."

Sam touched the collar, "I disobeyed, I drank in the tavern and sat with men of low morals…they drugged me and I woke in a shack by the docks. Mariette and Benny saved me but now I'm not trusted to be alone in that environment."

He burst out crying and Benny held him, "I don't want you to go! I looked for you all my life Benny." Benny took his thumbs and wiped away Sam's tears, "For an entire sixteen years?"

Sam pushed him, "It's not funny." He ran to the cottage and slammed the door. Benny was going to go to follow but Dean stopped him, "No, when Sam is like this you must let him be for awhile. Let me speak to him and then I'll come get you."

…..

Sam was curled up on the large bed in the only bedroom; he heard footsteps and growled to ward off the vampire even though he knew it didn't work. "It's your brother, stop growling like a pup."

He lay next to Sam and pressed against him then began smoothing his hair, "Benny is doing this because he loves you so much. Perhaps you were too young for a mate and I should have prevented the two of you from becoming a couple." Sam rolled to face him, his eyes red from crying, "No, I love him Dean. He takes very good care of me. This is my fault and I deserve to be punished."

"Sam, is it so bad being near me on such a lovely estate? You needed to leave that horrid place anyway. I promise I'll make it nice for you here."

Sam sniffed and rubbed his nose with his forearm, "Will you talk to Castiel…will you ask if Benny can live here with me? Dean I don't want to be without him, he is my true mate."

Dean sighed, "I'll try but I won't promise you anything. Castiel is my Master now; I've given myself to him." Sam brightened up and gave his brother a devilish smile, "Were you his first?"

Dean pinched his brothers nose, "Yes and I am his last, there will be no one else that gets to taste his flesh but me. My body is his alone to do with as he pleases. Let me tell you Sam, for someone that has never experienced intercourse he is very good at pleasing me."

They talked like old times and soon Sam was happy again. Benny came in and Dean left them to their goodbyes.

Benny stripped and got under the covers just to feel the long, supple body against him one more time before he left, "I love you so much Sam that it's almost an ache. I know being apart will be difficult but we have a bond that distance can never break. I will come to see you at least twice a month, I promise."

Sam fingered the hair on his lover's chest, "Dean will talk to Castiel and then you can live here. Give Mariette the tavern to run, I'll take care you."

Benny laughed softly, "You will take care of me? Well let's see how this goes." They made love and the vampire left, both of them broken hearted.

…..

Jack was restless again but it was much too soon. After a failed go at murder followed by success on the same evening he knew it had been sheer luck that kept him safe from discovery that night. He managed to hold back for a month but when November came the itch to kill was too great. Jack knew the Inspector was looking for him. He didn't worry about others searching but somehow he knew that Castiel was like a dog with a bone and would never let go of the case unless Jack died or left England all together.

He needed one more whore, just something to quench his thirst for murder before he tried his luck in America.

TBC