(Art by @knowmefirst) (Read this series from the beginning here!)

Fic title: Sweets For My Sweet

Author name: Ttttrickster, formerly thatgorgeousarchangel

Artist name: Knowmefirst

Pairing:Sabriel

Rating:NC-17

Word count: 24k

Warnings:Gore, Murder, Blood, Bloodplay, Mental Illness, Hallucinations, Injury, Bleeding, Serial Killers, Psychology, mentions of abuse, mentions of sex trafficking, death.

Summary:Serial killers Sam Winchester and Gabriel Novak dole out their brand of poetic justice as the Karma Killers, disposing of those who have slipped through the law’s fingers. After a botched kill tears them apart, leaving Gabriel in jail and Sam floundering on his own, the two Killer lovebirds have to find a way to be together, or die trying.

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Despite the fact that Gabriel hated sharing, he loved watching how men and women alike reacted to Sam Winchester. He sat at the bar, sipping whiskey not far from their target as Gabriel looked on from a booth across the room with his pineapple daiquiri. There were at least two people other than the target that had taken interest in Sam, and Gabriel kept an eye on them as he saw Sam initiate the first part of their plan.

Sam smiled at her, taking a sip of his whiskey, flirting with his eyes. Their target came toward them, as if she was a fish hooked to a line. She sat down next to Sam, leaning into him as she did, ever so slightly brushing him with her breasts. He lit up immediately, spinning in his chair to give her his full attention. Gabriel couldn’t see Sam’s face, but from the flush that had appeared on her cheeks, he could tell Sam was working his charm on her.

An hour and three rounds of drinks passed as Sam buttered their target up, using every trick in his arsenal. Gabriel knew them well and the woman didn’t stand a chance. Sam excused himself and walked towards the bathroom, Gabriel followed five minutes later.

Gabriel stepped up to a urinal and unzipped, two stalls down from where Sam was.

“She biting?” Gabriel asked, not even turning to look at him. He was just another guy taking a whizz as far as anyone else was concerned.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Sam replied, zipping up and stepping away from the urinal to wash his hands. “Another 15 tops.”

Sam dried his hands and left the restroom without another word, leaving Gabriel to savor the calm before the storm. He could already feel the beginnings of the adrenaline high that always came when they had a new playmate. It was worth the wait.

After a couple of minutes, Gabriel washed his hands and rejoined the bar crowd, never taking his eyes off of Sam. The woman was leaning against him, making wild arm gestures towards the bathroom, but Sam was shaking his head as he paid their tab in cash and maneuvered her off the stool.

Their target was definitely feeling the booze she had ingested as she stumbled towards the door, largely aided by Sam. Gabriel watched as Sam leaned in to kiss her, effectively quieting any objections she might have. Gabriel sat and sipped his drink, the alcohol tasting sharp and strange on his tongue as he felt the shadow inside him make it’s way to the forefront of his consciousness.

He finished and paid his bill, again in cash, sauntering towards the door to grab his coat from the coat rack. He took his time crossing the parking lot of the bar, cutting across a grassy planter to the dilapidated motel next door. Gabriel rounded the corner, seeing the lights were on in the room they had rented for tonight, again in cash.

Gabriel loosened the tie he was wearing, ran a hand through his hair, and strolled in.

Sam was shirtless, the plaid button down he’d been wearing strewn on the floor. The woman on the other hand was down to her panties, her bra hanging over the chair.

“Oops,” Gabriel grinned, with a suggestive wink.

The woman made a drunken grab for the blankets to cover her nakedness. “Oops is right. This isn’t your room. Get out. This ain’t a peep show.”

“You’re wrong about one thing, sweetheart,” Gabriel closed the door behind him. “This is my room,” he took a step forward, smiling as wide as he could. “And that’s my husband.”

She turned to look at Sam, but he was too quick for her. He had a cloth pressed against her mouth before she could scream, his body pinning her to the bed. Gabriel watched as she went limp in Sam’s arms, the chloroform they’d soaked the rag in doing it’s work.

Gabriel took a moment to get out of his monkey suit, shedding his jacket and tie into their suitcase. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his button down, and shrugged it off his shoulders, putting it in the suitcase as well. White stained too much, and for what they had planned, it was a liability. He was left wearing black slacks and the black tee-shirt, perfect for disguising any evidence of their activities.

“You put on quite the show in there,” Gabriel turned to look at Sam. He had put his shirt back on, a black one matching Gabriel’s own. “It almost looked like you were enjoying it.”

Sam snorted as he took the ropes and his knife out of the bag. “This was your idea, baby,” Sam replied, looking up and smiling at his partner. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

“You better,” Gabriel pouted at him, secretly suppressing a smirk.

They made quick work of the limp woman on the bed, using the rope they had brought to tie her up, and secure her to the bed. Their tools had been carefully selected beforehand and now all they had to do was wait for her to wake up.

She came to slowly, her eyes fluttering open as she struggled against her bonds. She looked up at Sam and Gabriel, eyes darting back and forth.

“Please,” she begged when she’d regained use of her tongue. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m broke, I don’t have any money. Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

Gabriel let her snivel for awhile. “Sweetheart, we all know none of that is true. You’re rolling in dough from selling underage children into sex work. Give yourself some credit. If you’re going to be bad, at least own it, Naomi.”

Naomi dropped the act so quickly Gabriel got whiplash. “My boys will tear you apart. They’ll notice I’m missing soon.”

Gabriel chuckled, picking up one of the knives. “That’s more like it,” he replied, watching as Sam selected a knife of his own, the large Bowie he typically favored. Gabriel paused as arousal shot through him at the sight of his husband with a knife. “Now, your boys aren’t going to do shit. Your boys, as your luck would have it, aren’t as loyal as you think they are. They might be despicable men, but they do have a sense of honor. My advice? Don’t skimp the help come payday, Ms. Angelo.”

Naomi started struggling anew, her body arching up off the bed as she pulled at her bonds. “You’ll pay for this, you’ll-”

“The only one who is going to pay is you,” Gabriel assured her. “For all those kids whose lives you stole. Karma can be a bitch.”

Recognition flickered in Naomi’s eyes as she took them both in. “You’re them, aren’t you? The ones on the news.”

“Don’t believe everything you read in the papers,” Gabriel grinned. “Now, less talking, more dying.”

Sam followed this remark by closing Naomi’s mouth with duct tape. “Why do you always insist on talking to them first? You sound like a bad movie villain.”

Gabriel stuck out his tongue. “Go big or go home, Sammy,” Gabriel teased. “What’s the point in being wanted by the FBI if you can’t have a little fun?” Sam rolled his eyes, but Gabriel could see his smile. “You can start,” Gabriel swept his hand over Naomi. “After all, you did all the hard work.”

“Gladly,” Sam replied, flipping his knife in his hand. Gabriel would have spent more time playing with her, but Sam was a more get to the point kind of guy. He was less about the pageantry that had become Gabriel’s modus operandi, and more about the justice behind the act. It was this that kept law enforcement from connecting that the Candy Man had become the Karma Killers. The last Gabriel had heard from his sources in the FBI was they believed the Candy Man was dead or locked up, which was fine by him.

Sam took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he slipped into his shadow space. Gabriel secretly loved watching him like this, loved watching the change that came over him. He loved Sam regardless of what state he was in, but there was something thrilling about watching Sam’s becoming.

Sam opened his eyes, taking the knife with purpose this time. Naomi’s eyes widened and she began to thrash again, but none of the noises or motions she was making deterred him from what he was about to do.

He plunged the knife into her throat, spraying both Gabriel and himself as the knife hit home. Blood soaked them as it continued to pump in heavy spurts out of Naomi’s neck, her life ebbing away with every stream. Gabriel kept eye contact, watching until the last second when the light left her eyes.

Naomi’s body went limp, blood still gushing from the wound that Sam had cut in her neck, staining the dingy white sheet a bright crimson. Gabriel turned to Sam, and slipped his hand into Sam’s, still sticky with Naomi’s blood. Sam hauled him in closer, pressing his lips savagely Gabriel’s, his tongue slipping inside his mouth.

Gabriel loved this. Whereas killing made Gabriel hungry, it made Sam horny and Gabriel was more than happy to indulge him. He tasted like whiskey and blood, and the fact that he knew the blood wasn’t Sam’s made it even better. Gabriel kissed him back with equal force, reaching up to tug at Sam’s hair.

Sam growled, nipping sharply at Gabriel’s lip. “Shirt off, pants down now.”

Gabriel felt a shiver of arousal travel down his spine, and he scrambled to get undress. He slipped out of his shoes first, kicking them to the side. He pulled his soaked shirt over his head, smearing blood up his neck and his face. His black leather belt came next, followed by the buttons on his pants. He fumbled to get his pants open,shoving them partway down, just enough for his cock to spring free.

In the meantime, Sam had stripped off his t-shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans. Gabriel stepped in to help him, bending to lick along his ribs as he pulled his pants and boxers down his hips. Sam’s arousal sprung free, hard against his bloody belly.

Sam pulled him up, kissing him so hard the Gabriel felt his lip split against Sam’s teeth, groaning in pain as well as in pleasure. A moment later, he pushed Gabriel down on the bed, next to where Naomi’s still-warm body was cooling. Sam shoved it to the ground, where it landed with a dull thud, unable to go very far because of the ropes still tethering her to the bed.

He came down a second later, straddling Gabriel’s hips, grinding their cocks together roughly. Gabriel let out a hiss, bucking up unconsciously at the friction, wanting more. As if Sam could read his mind, he wrapped their cocks in his large hand, tugging upwards, as a moan tore from Gabriel’s throat.

If they had been at home, or someplace familiar to them, they would have savored the moment, taking each other apart piece by piece, relishing in their post-kill bliss, but this motel was on foreign soil, so they had to make due with the limited time they had before they needed to move on.

Sam stroked them both hard and fast, with a twist at the end that he knew drove Gabriel crazy. Naomi’s blood had seeped into the blanket, and marked Gabriel’s back and the hand Sam was using to hold himself up.

Gabriel looked up into Sam’s face, and shivered. Some idea was forming there, behind the darkness in his eyes, twinkling like a star on a clear night. Sam sat back on Gabriel’s thighs, bringing his blood covered hand to his mouth. Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Sam lick at the blood that stained his fingers, using the same motions that Gabriel was so familiar with to fellate him.

The action went straight to Gabriel’s cock, twitching against his belly, his eyes trained on Sam. Nothing else mattered in that moment, nothing but him and Sam and this. The dark thing inside him was practically purring, throbbing in his head as it watched the monster he’d released inside of Sam do the same.

Sam dipped his hand back into the blood, tracing a crimson finger across Gabriel’s lips. Gabriel dared to lick it with the tip of his tongue, groaning as the old penny taste of it exploded over his tongue. Sam’s dripped the blood over his body, his chest, his hip bones, his cock itself.

He gently climbed off him, licking at the droplets he’d painted Gabriel with, his tongue feeling like a white hot iron when it connected with his skin. Sam trailed down his belly, leaving a glisten trail of saliva in his wake. He nipped at Gabriel’s hip bones, smearing the blood above his lip as he cleaned Gabriel’s skin. Sam saved his cock for last, ghosting over it in a maddening fashion before swiping his tongue up the shaft in a way that had Gabriel seeing stars.

Gabriel whined when he pulled away, glaring at him as he tried to follow him with his body.

“Sammy,” he groaned, trying to pull him back down. “Sammy please.”

“Don’t worry baby,” Sam responded, “I’ll take care of you. Just wanted to be able to watch you come apart.” Sam bent to kiss him again, quickly as he climbed back onto his lap. In no time at all, Sam had them both in his hand again, stroking with single-minded determination.

Gabriel knew it wouldn’t be long now, not between Sam’s hand and the show he had just put on. He tried to hold on, but by the looks of it, and the way his strokes faltered, Sam was in the same boat that he was.

One more twist of Sam’s wrist and Gabriel was done for. He came with a cry over Sam’s knuckles, his whole body releasing the tension that had been building inside of him. Sam came a moment later, with a grunt, adding to the mess on Gabriel’s belly. He let go of them, kissing Gabriel tenderly, lingering to lick the last of the blood from his lips. He did the same with his belly, cleaning every last trace from his skin, before he stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. Gabriel was a little slower, pausing to take a deep breath before he redressed.

Sam untied the body, looking up at Gabriel. “Where do you want her?”

Despite the fact that his aim was justice, Gabriel still appreciated that Sam let him express himself in every act. He opened his mouth to answer and there was a knock on the door.

Gabriel and Sam exchanged a look, and without another word, Sam picked the body up bridal style and took it into the bathroom. Gabriel wiped himself down and threw the comforter over the stained bed. Hopefully it was nothing more than a neighbor or the management concerned about their noise level.

He was not that lucky.

As soon as he opened the door, two men with black suits and guns pushed in, followed by Dean Winchester brandishing a search warrant with a smile.

“Hello, Gabriel,” he drawled, taking his handcuffs off his belt. “Turn around, would you?”

Gabriel offered him a raised eyebrow. “Nice to see you too, Dean,” he didn’t turn. “Can I ask as to the occasion?”

“Don’t make me have to use force, Gabriel,” Dean countered, his partner Cas close to his side. “I would hate to have to explain you getting hurt to Sam.”

“Who?”

That was it. Dean snapped and slammed Gabriel against the wall next to the door, breathing heavily in his face.

“My brother, you son of a bitch! Where is my brother?” Dean snarled, twisting Gabriel’s left arm painfully behind his back.

Gabriel didn’t falter. “Oh yeah, him,” he responded. “Haven’t seen him. He still single? ”

Dean pushed even harder, and pain shot through Gabriel’s arm. “If I find out you so much as harmed hair on his head, God help me-”

“Boss you gotta see this!” one of the agents who had come in first called back, opening the bathroom door.

Gabriel’s heart started pounding rapidly in his chest. He hoped he had given Sam enough time to follow their plan, or whether Sam had followed it at all. He’d balked when Gabriel discussed it with him, refused for the longest time, but Gabriel had been insistent. Now was the moment of truth.

Dean looked at the agent and then back at Gabriel, before grabbing his upper arm in a death grip and hauling him towards the bathroom. Gabriel felt as if seconds stretched into minutes as he and Dean looked into the bathroom.

There was blood everywhere trailing into the shower where the lifeless body of Naomi Angelo lay, but nothing else. Gabriel’s stare shot to the window, and he had to cough to hide that he was laughing.

The window was locked.

From the inside.

All the worry flooded out of Gabriel’s body at once, the tension leaving him in one giant wave of peace. He knew he was going down, but Sam was safe. Despite the fact that he was caught, Sam had escaped, and that was all the mattered to him.

He looked at Dean, at Castiel, at the disappointed faces of the agents around him. They’d come busting in here sure that they would find something else grand. They’d probably been waiting for this for months, only to be rewarded with a lousy run of the mill homicide. He looked at their faces, their frustrated, joyless faces, and something bubbled up inside of him. As long as Sam was free, it wasn’t over. As long as Sam was free, he had hope.

Gabriel Novak began to laugh.

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