Men In Black - complete

Chapter 37

Four months. That was how long the contract's original deadline had been up. And aside from the minor hiccup of dealing with Granger, Dean could honestly say it was the best vacation he'd had in years.

But all good things, sadly, must come to an end.

Gabriel was being a bigger ass than usual, and had taken them to Europe without telling Dean where they were going.

Dean knew something was up the second he heard a British accent (a real one not a fake one) for the first time in two months from more than one person. That was only compounded when he saw someone pay with pounds at a cash register.

Which was why his first reaction was to give the damn arch angel a black eye, to Mort's open amusement. Still, this did present an opportunity he wasn't about to waste.

Time to really do some damage to these bastards and spread the fact he had no intention of ever being their pawn again home.

Sam had done a doubletake at the gray eyes his brother had along with the red hair, but when he told him what he was planning kept his mouth shut. Besides, he was openly curious about the community which had used his brother in his previous life before he finally had enough.

Dean walked into Diagon, after faking no knowledge of the wall and what the pattern was to open it with Sam close at his heels. Bear wasn't on a leash for once, but the Sam's hell hounds were. Dean was half-surprised that the alarms didn't go off the second he stepped into Gringotts.

"Name and business?" said the goblin bored, once he was done counting the jewels on the counter.

"I need to speak to the manager in charge of my account. I recently got a letter from the American branch but they stated that the main vault was here. Unfortunately they never gave me a key to the vault, stating that they had to renew the ones currently active."

That was partially true, but not the full truth.

Dean and Sam had an account in America, and the Campbells had moved their fortune to the States when they left England. A fortune that was mostly gone at this point. However the only way he was ever going to send a very painful message to these damn magicals was if he removed the fortune Harry had when he was alive from their claws permanently.

"Three doors down and to the right. Next!"

"I was wondering when you would be returning," said Ripfang, once the goblins saw who it really was. To be fair, all Dean did was call Mort. They took one look at him and knew who he wasn't without any wizards noticing the exchange.

"A certain pagan, who will be suffering my wrath for bringing us here, thought it would be funny to make me return to England despite the fact he knows I hate it with a fierce and fiery passion. Coincidentally I may be inclined to charbroil or melt a few areas in exchange for weapons or a bribe."

Seeing the goblin's confusion, Dean shifted into Godzilla and back.

"A black dragon with fire and acid? It's rare enough to have that form, but two elements? Though it's a bit small."

"It's not small, Dean just adjusted the size. He's bigger than Big Ben full sized," said Sam automatically.

"That makes more sense. Now about your accounts. Currently the main vault has accumulated..."

Dean stopped him right there.

"First off, I could honestly care less about the gold at this point. I just want to screw over the bastards who turned me into a living weapon. Second, I would be willing to fund and organize a relocation effort for the entire goblin nation and we can all laugh at the idiot Europeans try and fail to reclaim their gold."