A/N: Alright guys, I know it's been a while but I have my reasons, *cough* procrastination *cough*. Any who, after re-watching SPN on TNT I have decided to rewrite this fic. I was unsatisfied with it but now I have a clear plan for where it's going, and I'm going to try harder on the writing.

This is manga based for DW and set before the Forgeries.

In SPN, it's set in season 8, before the trials, I think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Deadman Wonderland.

WARNING: It wouldn't be SPN or DW without some colorful language and a little gory violence.

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( And special thanks to Katherine Sanders for being the first to review. Did anyone tell you that you look absolutely gorgeous today? )

No Nonsense In Business

Tsunenaga Tamaki grinned ear to ear as the sound of heels could be heard calmly marching down the hall. In fact, he was practically bouncing out of his chair by the time a soft knock pounded on the door. The man didn't hesitate for a second as he pressed a button on his desk and called out with a giddy voice, "Come in, please!"

The metal doors slid open to reveal a striking woman with a stern expression across her face. She had a slender frame that fit nicely into a black business suit, dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun, and light tones of make-up done to perfection. The weasel-faced man gave these details a quick glance before gluing his eyes onto the silver briefcase she had clutched in her right hand.

The woman moved with the grace of a jaguar to the man's desk, all the while scowling at the clutter of toys scattered about the room that she was forced to dodge.

She stopped within two feet of the desk and held the briefcase in front of her. "Good evening, Mr. Tamaki. I believe I have what you requested." The woman spoke with an all-business monotone.

The man giggled and reached out, "Yes! Yes, now let me see, please!"

The woman stepped forward to place the briefcase onto his desk. Tamaki practically lunged for the thing and all too eagerly popped it open, like a child receiving a Christmas present that they knew was going to be amazing. If possible, the man's grin grew as he stared into the contents of the case and gently roamed his hands across them to make sure they were real and not just some allusion.

He was greatly satisfied when he picked up one of the clear glass vials and sloshed around the black liquid inside. "So this is the genuine thing?" the weasel-faced man asked, grin never leaving his face.

"Of course. After all, you get what you paid for," the woman stated.

Tamaki gently placed the vial back in the case then clapped his hands with excitement. "I've waited ages for something like this. This is truly an exciting moment, you have no idea. I can send this to the lab boys, and by this time next week the real show will be in full swing!"

The woman scowled at the child-like man, "I hope you'll be satisfied with this, because here on out there is no way to turn from your deal."

The man's smile deflated a bit. "Yes. Yes, don't remind me." He waved his hand around as if to dismiss the statement.

The woman bent down so she could be eye level with the man. "Just remember, ," her eyes flashed a dangerous pitch black. "Don't run from your end of the deal. Demons are not to be trifled with. We will get what we want one way or the other. Do you understand?"

Tamaki swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared into the black abyss of the demon's eyes. "Y-yes. I understand."

"Good." The demon straightened back up and flashed her eyes to their normal brown color. "I will be seeing you again sometime, Mr. Tamaki. Most likely sooner rather than later." Without a sound or the blink of an eye, the demon vanished from the room.

Tamaki released the breath he was unaware of holding and stared at the silver briefcase once again. The wide smile appeared again as he thought about the possibilities that he could now achieve. Price be damned, he knew where his soul was going anyway, might as well put it to good use. After all, what's life without some fun?

A Few Days Later...

"This is a bad idea, Dean. Even for you." Sam griped quietly as he cautiously moved through the dark hallway.

"Yes it is, but right now it's the only one we have." Dean whispered. "Besides, if it worked once then it can work again." He shined his flashlight down the hall and along the many closed doors while paying close attention to the Japanese characters that labeled each room. He had barely any idea what he was looking for, unlike Sam who actual succeeded in learning enough Japanese to not sound extremely awkward in a conversation.

Sam gripped Dean's shoulder to stop him then pointed his flashlight at a door to their right. "I think this one is it." Sam whispered.

Dean nodded and pulled out his lock picking kit then started to work on the lock. After a little over a minute, a satisfying click was heard followed by the door swinging open. The brothers entered the dark room and shined their lights at the bedazzled antiques that were probably worth thousands, maybe even millions, per piece.

The two nodded to each other then walked to the glass cases in the middle of the room. Sam approached a case with a gold necklace covered in rare jewels tucked inside. He pulled out his pocket knife and used it to fiddle with the latch, which only took a few seconds before he was able to pull out the extravagant piece of useless bling.

The lock on the glass case Dean was working on wasn't as simple as that, unfortunately. Instead of a latch or a simple lock that he could pick, the case was sealed with a large combination lock that he had no time for. He tried putting in random numbers and hoping that by the slimmest chance he would succeed. The chubby, silver and gold statue of Buddha inside the case seemed to be smirking at Dean as he tried, and failed, at guessing the correct combination.

With a frustrated huff, Dean raised his flashlight and struck the top of the glass case with all his might before Sam even realised what his elder brother was doing. Screeching sirens and flashing red lights filled the building the very moment the glass lid shattered.

"What the hell, Dean?!" Sam yelled over the noise as he glared at his brother.

Dean gave a guilty smile and shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed the chubby statue and ran like hell towards the exit with Sam following close behind.

They made it within twenty feet of the door before a herd of police barreled through the building with every single gun pointed at the two brothers. They yelled something in Japanese followed by Sam throwing his hands in the air, and then nudging Dean in his side to make sure he followed suit so he wouldn't get his head blown off.

A few rather large men grabbed the ill-gotten gains out of the boys' hands before jerking their arms behind their backs and securing the boys' wrists with tight handcuffs. They were roughly pushed and man-handled while being led through the crowd and toward a rather uncomfortable looking cop car. A man ran ahead of them to open the door before the two burly men holding Sam and Dean roughly shoved them in the car, and maybe "accidentally" banging their heads on the edge of the car's door frame.

After adjusting the best he could with his hands cuffed behind his back, Dean leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear so the two cops in front couldn't hear. "Like a charm." He said with a smirk on his face.

The younger rolled his eyes and stared outside of the window where a crowd and flashing lights filled his vision.

Sam sighed and hoped to God that this would be better than the time in Arkansas.