Dr. Thomas Bond, a distinguished police surgeon from A-Division was already there at the crime scene standing over Mary Jane Kelly's body. He shook hands with Castiel, "I heard you were suspended Inspector."

The blue eyed Inspectors nose twitched as he took in the heavy scent of body fluids, "Officially I am but I won't let that stop me. Do you take issue with this?"

Dr. Bond squeezed his hand then let go, "Not at all, I hear you are the best."

The Inspector made his own observations of the injuries before consulting with Dr. Bond. He had spent almost a full hour with the deceased by the time Castiel arrived.

The doctor went over his notes pointing out each bit of damage as he went. When the man was done reading over his extensive list Castiel noted the pericardium was opened and the heart absent.

Castiel examined everything then closed his eyes and began to sketch the scene, there would be photographs to refer back to but this way he picked up on clues that the photos couldn't show him. Fortunately or not, the Inspector had a photographic memory and years from now he would recall this as easily as something that happened just yesterday.

He worked into the night all alone questioning questionable characters and mucking through filth looking for clues. Finally his body told him to stop and Castiel went back to his London home tired, famished and feeling ill. He knew he needed to see Dean.

His lovers arms would refresh him again.

…..

Dean laid there staring up at the vaulted ceiling above the huge feather bed; he was lonely and vowed to never let Castiel go if he came home again. Of course Dean knew that was silly, his Inspector would do whatever he damn well pleased and Dean would have little to say about it.

Duty came first and catching the Ripper consumed his mate, Dean hated Castiels job although he understood how important it was. His love promised to come see him and give answers to all the questions that Dean had.

Percy knocked on the door, "Excuse me Sir, the Masters coach is here. He won't be here very long I'm assuming so you must hurry." Dean rolled out of bed and ran to the door, throwing it open. He streaked past Percy and down the stairs.

Dean burst through the doors and waited for the coach to come to a stop, he rocked back and forth on his heels barely able to contain himself. The door opened and Castiel exited the carriage carrying a box with a large, red velvet ribbon wrapped around it.

Castiel frowned as the servants giggled at Dean who was naked again. In his excitement he simply ran from the room without a stitch of clothing. Daisy glanced at Deans charms and thought how luck the Inspector was to have such a beauty.

He handed Dean his gift and then reached round and fondled his ass, "You are naked again my love."

Dean looked down at his erection from the thrill of seeing Castiel again and covered himself with the box, "I'm sorry." Castiel took off his long overcoat and wrapped it around his mate's slim shoulders, "I'm not cross with you. Let's go inside so you can open your gift."

…..

Dean looked at himself in the mirror admiring the fine silk robe, "It is beautiful, thank you. You spoil me Castiel."

He stood behind Dean pressing against him, "I picked black to contrast with your tender, milky skin." He slipped the robe off Dean and tossed it on a chair then pinched and rolled the nipples on his lovers chest, "Ride me, I want to see your face while I fuck you."

Dean waited as his lover reclined on the gold brocade bedcover. He felt so lucky to be loved by the handsome man before him. The fact that Castiel was a werewolf like Dean took their relationship to a special place that no human could begin to understand. He swung his leg over Castiels hips and held out his hand as scented oil was poured into his palm.

The younger man slicked his lovers cock as he lubricated his entrance slowly with his fingers. Impatient, Castiel demanded he quicken the pace so Dean made short work of his stretching. Two strong hands griped his hips and lifted then lowered Dean onto the jerking meat beneath him, one swift push and the head breached the muscle eliciting a hiss from Dean.

The bright blue eyes turned dark as he watched the youthful wolf begin to ride hard, the pain on Deans face was laced with pleasure and both made Castiel all the harder.

Suddenly there was a snarl and when Dean opened his eyes Castiel was baring his teeth, it would have frightened anyone but Dean. He knew that since his Master had been away he desired to exert his dominance even though it wasn't necessary because he would follow his darling Castiel to Hell and back without batting an eye.

Before he knew it Dean was grabbed and flipped hard on his back without the penis filling him slipping out, he was pounded so hard his hips were aching and it left him breathless. He felt those white, wicked teeth clamp onto his shoulder just enough to bruise as Castiel shuddered and moaned filling him with semen.

The older wolf rolled off panting loudly; once his breathing slowed he looked over to find Dean stroking himself, "Stop, that is my responsibility." He pounced on his young loves throbbing cock and lavished it with attention. For what Castiel lacked in experience he made up for with exuberance wanting to keep Dean sated so that he would never leave.

Dean pumped his mates mouth as he whimpered, groveling for more and began begging, "Please make me come…please Castiel." The Inspector pulled off and abused the flushed organ with his hand after gathering leavings from Dean's asshole, "Release, now!"

He did so on command coating Castiels face with a spray of pretty pearls. Afterward the lovers held each other until thirst and hunger drove them back to reality.

….

Sam sat with Benny at the long dining table across from Castiel and Dean. He was excited they were invited to have supper in the main house. Benny looked around the massive room lined with paintings of relatives long forgotten. It reminded him a bit of his modest estate back in America before they were driven out.

Mariette had sent a letter to the lawyer taking care of their property asking him to liquidate and send their assets to London. The siblings knew they could never go home again but both Benny and Mariette were sick of Whitechapel. With this money they could start over again.

Benny smiled as Sam gnawed on a steak bone trying to remove the marrow left. He made those sweet little growling noises that the vampire found most endearing. In fact everyone was either smiling or quietly laughing. Finally Sam noticed and dropped the bone, "What?"

Castiel shook his head, "Sam you are quite charming, bad manners and all."

The boy shrugged, "Of course I am, Benny says so." He pointed to bone on Benny's plate, "May I have that?" Once he had it Sam gave a toothy white smile then cracked the bone with his canines.

Castiel took a sip of wine, "I do miss being here. I have my family now and that includes the servants…life is uncertain and missing a moment of happiness is time wasted. I must go back tomorrow and it pains me."

Dean twisted then tore his linen napkin in half, "No, stay with me."

Castiel took Deans hand and kissed the palm, "I will find this monster is that plagues Whitechapel. I will chase him down and he will pay for the poor creatures he slaughtered."

Sam dropped the bone he was working on and tried to cheer his brother up, "We can go run again Dean!"

Castiel snapped his fingers and pointed at Sam, "Absolutely not! I will punish you myself if I find you running the deer on my property without permission. You both could have been killed. Benny I insist you take this boy in hand and teach him discipline or I will."

Benny held the back of Sam's neck, "Don't worry, he will behave."

…

Castiel met with Chief Inspector Leeds for dinner, it was tense and awkward in light of the suspension and even though he had been reinstated Castiel had decided to break away from Metro altogether.

Leeds cleared his throat and took a sip of strong tea, he watched Castiel over the rim of his cup deciding how to best start the conversation. "Are you doing well Castiel, how is the case coming along?"

Castiel took his knife and cut into the roast on his plate, the watery blood slowly pooled around it as it was dissected. Normally he would have found that very appetizing but sitting here with Leeds was causing him to be off his feed.

"I'm working under my own volition. Even reinstated I feel that I've been looked down upon by lesser men on the force because of my choice of mates or perhaps they are just jealous of my work. No matter, after I put an end to Jack the Ripper I am retiring."

Leeds gasped, "No…Castiel this is your calling!"

Castiel was getting his appetite back now that he had said it out loud; he stabbed a piece of meat and held it up watching the red droplets form a pattern on the rim of the snow white china plate.

Leeds watched as his tongue darted out and caught the juices then the Inspector put the meat in his mouth and took his time savoring it. They ate in silence and when the table was cleared Castiel finally spoke.

"Sometimes Phillip a man has to run free." Castiel dragged a sharp nail along the table top and carved a heart with a D in the center, he smiled, "I need to run free with the man who has stolen my heart."

…

Jackson Fenwick carefully trimmed his moustache and then stepped back to admire himself in the mirror. He wanted to look his best for the journey to America, after all a gentleman knew that first impressions were everything.

He was traveling first class aboard to the SS Caledonia in just a few days. Jackson had his travel trunk packed leaving only the necessities out. He had cashed out his accounts; quite his position at the medical school and had everything in order.

The knife, scalpel and rope were laid out neatly. Jackson swore he was done, that there would be no more killing until he started his new life elsewhere. Sometimes a man just needed to run free, to cast aside the old in favor of starting over. New York was teaming with prostitutes just waiting for his special brand of attention. He had heard America was the land of opportunity and he was happy to take advantage.

Now he had to quell his urges and separate himself from England as cleanly as possible but that itch was starting and the voices were telling him that there was work to be done.

Jackson took a drink of laudanum to quell their constant nagging. He curled up under a blanket and fell into a fitful sleep.

….

Castiel showed his sketch to every hospital, doctor's office, butcher, mortician and teaching hospitals in his bid to find the killer. After meeting with staff at the Royal College of Surgeons he learned the man in the sketch had been employed for several years as a professor.

His name was Jackson Fenwick, they described him as very skilled with a spotless record. He was known as very strict, ridged and humorless and most thought he was strange always keeping to himself. Those were flaws that had nothing to with his work and Professor Fenwick was respected by the people who counted.

He seemed well off and some wondered why he didn't go into private practice. Castiel was surprised to learn that Jackson had just given his notice and was planning on traveling. That was worrisome for the Inspector, it meant he had very little time and needed to check passenger lists for all ships leaving London in the next several weeks.

It seemed Castiel would need Leeds and his help after all.

….

Benny grabbed Sam by his long, silky hair and pulled back his head exposing the long expanse of creamy throat. He watched the throb and heard the excited, quick breaths coming from the boy, "I could rip you to pieces and eat you my love then you would be a part of me forever."

Sam snapped his sharp teeth and growled, "I could do the same to you." It was a twisted little game they played and Benny always won because that was how Sam wanted it.

He enjoyed being just a little scared of the vampire during sexual games; it made him so hard that sometimes the he spurted over his flat belly just from Benny playfully threatening him. "Do it Benny…eat me."

The vampire drained him, not of blood but semen then fucked Sam raw. He promised to suck the wolf as well when Sam felt the need to turn. Benny loved him dearly and what Sam wanted he usually got.

In the afterglow Benny pulled an envelope from the nightstand and gave it to Sam, "Our new life."

Sam smiled, "Is it a gift for me?"

Benny snatched the letter from the lawyer away and swatted Sam on the bare ass, "You are a greedy thing aren't you? It's a gift of sorts for everyone, Mariette and I sold everything we left behind long ago in America. The money is being transferred here and then I'll sell the Drunken Pony and we will all be out of Whitechapel for good. I realize that I can never go back and I fear for my sister's safety in that wretched place."

Sam thought that was funny, "She is a vampire, what does she have to fear?"

"Hunters, other vampires, monsters abound in England it's just that no one wants to see them. It's easier to assume that humans are the only monsters."

"So we will have a place of our own?"

"Yes my angel."

Sam was excited, "This is wonderful! Please purchase a home near Dean; otherwise I'll miss my brother."

Benny was feeling up for another round with his lover, "I'll do what I can. Roll over and let me inside your pretty ass again."

Sam got on all fours then looked over his shoulder, "I'm ready."

Benny knew he was a fortunate man, "You are always ready. I love you."

"I love you too Benny."

…

Castiel handed out copies of his sketch to the four men assigned to assist him, "We need to fan out and check the manifest of all ships traveling to American in the next two weeks. The chance of him using his real name or identification is slim. Show these around the docks and every place you go."

Timmons raised his hand, "Inspector how are we supposed to find this needle in a haystack?"

Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a headache starting, "Oh for god sakes man, take some initiative and do your job!"

Leeds entered all smiles which irritated the Inspector to no end. "How is everything going, are the men sufficient?"

Castiel glared at the Chief Inspector, "They are all questions with no answers but they will have to do."

…

They spent several days scouring London with the drawings, every possible rooming house, hotel, brothel, chemist, butcher shop, morgue, tea room and any place else the men could think of. All the docks were hit and several people remembered him but unfortunately they mentioned several different vessels as possibilities.

Castiel dragged himself back to his London home and made himself a cup of tea, he couldn't eat or sleep and his hands were shaking as he poured the hot water into the pot.

There the doorbell chimed and he dropped his cup shattering it to bits on the floor. Castiel slipped on a robe and peered out the curtain but no one was there. He pulled a small pistol and opened the door; sitting on the stoop was bouquet of flowers and a card.

He picked them up and quickly locked back up in the relative safety of his home. With trembling hands he opened the card.

Dear Castiel,

I've grown very fond of you Inspector that is why it pains me so to say goodbye. England has become suffocating and I yearn for someplace with good hunting. Variety is the spice of life and I hear America is a place where someone like me can start all over again.

Perhaps this time I will quell the voices that vex me into cleansing the world of filth but it's doubtful. If you want to see me off I will be leaving tomorrow night on the SS Oceana. Maybe you would humor me with a kiss goodbye.

We may never cross paths again after that and my heart aches at the thought of not being able to see your startling blue eyes or dour but enduring expressions. No matter, once I'm gone you can start your life anew. You are too good for the likes of the London police. They don't deserve you Inspector; you are an angel among demons.

Affectionately,

Jack

….

Timmons protested as Castiel put his top hat on the man's head, "I can't do this; he will know it's not you." The Inspector straightened the cape, handed Timmons his wolfs head walking stick and stepped back. Timmons was younger but of similar stature with dark hair.

"You're not as handsome as I am but in the darkness it won't matter. I think you're very passable. I have a fourth on detail with you, remember not to speak. I have a very deep voice and yours sounds like a woman."

Timmons snapped, "How dare you!"

Castiel slapped his cheek a bit too hard and smiled, "I dare to do a lot of things."

The four men along with Timmons spread out among the people waiting to board the SS Oceana. Jack was watching to be sure they were all there before he slipped away to board the SS Caledonia.

….

Castiel was dressed in a dark wool watch cap, a pea coat and dungarees with boots. He had grown his beard the past few days and for the most part he felt that he blended in nicely.

Jack breezed past obviously dressed for first class accommodations. He carried a doctor's satchel with him. Castiel hurried after pushing through the throngs of people coming and going but he lost sight of his prey.

"No, no, no! Damn it, don't let him get away."

He sniffed the air and caught the scent then it was gone on a swill of smells dulling his senses. The ships horn sounded as a warning it was about to set off. Castiel began shoving people and broke into a run getting there just as the steamer began to move. He shouted and waved but he knew there was no use. There, standing on deck was Jack waving to him, he blew the Inspector a kiss and then murderer vanished.

…..

Castiel paced in front of Leeds' desk, "You've contacted everyone there is to contact?"

"Yes, the Caledonia is set to port in New York harbor. Your sketch is being sent and the police are on alert."

"This is my fault; I divided us and ruined my chances."

Leeds pointed out that he did the right thing using a decoy. The plan would have worked if the timing wouldn't have been off. "Castiel, you did everything humanly possible. No one could ever fault you, please stay."

The Inspector shook his head, "No, I'm done. Goodbye Chief Inspector, your debt to my father is paid."

With that he left and never looked back.

…

Dean helped Sam, Benny and Mariette move into their new home. It was modest but comfortable with land boarding the Novak property so that Sam could run without fear.

He hugged his younger brother, "Sam please be a good boy…man I mean. I keep forgetting you are seventeen now and have a mate." Sam squeezed him, "Dean I'm not far from here and we can still run together with Castiels permission."

Dean glanced over at Benny and Mariette, "Will there be enough money?"

Sam shook his head happily, "Yes, they sold the Drunken Pony and with the social changes coming to the East End the siblings turned a profit. They sold all their holdings in America and have invested well. Benny will take care of me forever."

Dean waved to the siblings and they waved back, "Our father would be pleased with that. He always worried so much about you."

Sam looked up at the rare cloudless sky, "I think he knows."

…..

Dean watched from the third story window as the coach pulled into the courtyard, "He's here!" Dean dashed down the hall naked again with his bits jiggling for everyone to see. All the servants took a good look; Dean Winchester running through the mansion was a delicious sight to see.

Percy was waiting at the front door holding a silk bathrobe, "Sir I beg you to stop and cover yourself for modesty." Dean barely stopped long enough to slip it on but it didn't do any good since he didn't bother to tie it.

Castiel stepped down from the carriage and smiled at the sight of Dean running toward him with his robe flapping behind him. He said nothing about it, Dean was Dean and Castiel had no intention of changing what made him so charming.

He jumped on Castiel knocking him to the grass, "You are home for good now and you will never leave me?"

Castiel ran his hands under the silk and cupped a firm cheek in each hand, "I will never leave Dean."

…..

That night the wolf took Dean hard, thrusting so long the young man's body was aching. When the beast finished inside of him he felt complete again. Slowly Castiel came back and rolled off pulling Dean on top. The room filled with tender whimpers, kisses and confessions of love.

Castiel took a small box from the nightstand drawer and held it up, "For you." Dean frowned instead of smiled, "You don't need to buy me, I'm no longer a prostitute and I don't need gifts to love you Castiel."

"Please just open it up."

Dean did so and found a sturdy gold band set with a square cut, inset blue sapphire, "What is this for?"

Castiel took it out and slipped it on Deans finger, "Marry me Dean."

Dean held out his hand admiring the beautiful ring, he said sadly, "We can't truly be married."

"In our hearts we can and that's all that matters. I'm adopting you as well, if anything should happen to me…"

"Don't say that!"

"If anything should happen to me all that I have will be yours and I will never have to worry."

Dean curled up next to him and simply whispered "yes".

They had their private bonding ceremony in the forest during the full moon. Afterward they ran as wolfs and spent the night in their den fucking as creatures and then as men.

…..

A week later Dean and Castiel rode horses to the modest home of Benny Lafitte. Mariette and Sam busied themselves with cooking which surprised Dean. His little brother never showed a penchant for cooking but it seemed Dean knew little of Sam's new life as a Lafitte.

Benny had proposed to the seventeen year old and their wedding would be as modest as their dwelling. Castiel and Dean were wearing matching dove gray suits and the bands of their hats and gloves were of soft pink silk, the pair was truly stunning.

Benny wore a hat for shade and small dark glasses; he looked very handsome in his dark suit with brocade vest. Mariette wore a red gown with a large sunhat.

Sam wore a long flowing forest green robe belted at the waist. He had grown his hair even longer, now feeling the freedom to be who he truly was inside.

Mariette had become like both a mother and a sister to Sam. She watched proudly as they shared their vows.

The ceremony was brief, an exchange of words and rings/ Dean cried along with Mariette, Castiel sat there stoic as ever but inside he felt very happy.

They had roast duck then danced to music provided old Lars who was an accomplished piano player.

They ate fruit tarts afterward and toasted with champagne. It was a beautiful start for the unusual couple

…

Jackson squinted up at the sun cutting its way through the fog that had settled in. It was turning out to be a fine day. Once through immigration which had woeful security of any kind Jackson strode confidently to the streets to hail a carriage.

While waiting, a young woman approached the well dressed man, "Hello there, would you care for some company?"

Jack closed his eyes and smiled as the voices urged him on, "I would love some company." They made small talk in the carriage, Jack told her of the blue eyed creature that had stolen his heart. She clucked in sympathy saying the only way to mend a broken heart is to find another pretty thing to fill it.

Jack leaned over and placed his hand over her bosom, "I think your heart will do just fine. I'm sure I'll find you quite delicious."

…..

Five years later…

Daisy was sorting the mail and found a large envelope addressed to Inspector Novak, the return address was simply "Chicago".

She felt uneasy handing the envelope over to him and stood there as he opened it. Dean watched curiously to see what was inside. There was a front page torn from a Chicago news paper touting the World's Fair that was coming. A smaller clipping was an advertisement for the World's Fair Hotel owned by a gentleman by the name H.H. Holmes.

Castiel knew what it was, an enticement and a clue. He stood up and walked straight to the fireplace tossing the envelope and clippings in the flames.

Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, did a curtsey and left.

Dean wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and kissed the fine hairs on the back of his neck, "Darling what was that all about?"

He turned and embraced Dean, "It was absolutely nothing my love. Would you like to run with me this evening?"

Dean smiled as he traced his husband's lips with his finger, "Yes, I would like that very much."

The End