Only Sam and Dean ended up going to the shops around the block for pizza and 'real' beer, as demanded by Bobby from behind the large dusty book he was reading.
The two Americans strolled along the damp London street, Dean's pocket jingling with collected spare change pressed onto him by Harry and Sirius. Sirius because he wanted some muggle beer too and coins were all the muggle currency he had been able to pick up while on the run; and Harry because he'd seen the list of sweets and cakes Gabriel has passed on to the brothers, and figured as they'd only arrived the day before from another country in another dimension they wouldn't have any British pounds on them. Harry's years of pinching the change that Dudley tended to leave in a pile on his desk since he didn't want to carry around all the heavy coins, finally had a use.

Dean felt a bit silly, like he was going to pay for a carton with pennies. Sam rather thought Dean was being ridiculous.

While in the liquor store, comparing American and British made beers and their prices, a rough looking man without a shirt under his coat stalked in, grabbed a carton of beer from the pallet next to the brothers, threw some notes to the scared stiff girl at the registers and walked back out.

Sam nodded to Dean to let him know he'd seen the same thing. That man was a werewolf, and one on the Ministry of Magic's Most Wanted list. In fact, they'd even seen his mugshot in the wizards' newspaper that morning. Abandoning the quest for beer, they followed after the werewolf.

Hoping the guy hadn't apparated away already, Sam and Dean entered the alleyway they'd seen the man turn in to. Faced with an empty, damp walkway, the brothers were about to turn back when they were beset by the man from behind a dumpster.

"What stupid muggles you are." Fenrir Greyback growled in a rough, underused voice. "Oh well, saves me having to stop by the butchers!" One dirty, long-nailed hand raised a short wand, and the Winchesters burst into action.

Not giving the wizard time to send off a spell, Sam rushed the brute, matching strength for strength in a tussle to remove the use of magic from the fight. Although he was soon made wandless, the werewolf wasn't about to give up, clawing and attempting to bite the tall hunter.

In all this, Dean was re-loading his gun with the precious few silver bullets the Winchesters had in their possession. They more commonly used salt or iron rounds unless specifically hunting a werewolf, and Dean sure hadn't been expecting to go hunt one while on a beer run.

"Dean!" Sam gritted out, still struggling to fend off the shorter, though heavier lycan. "Hurry up and shoot his ass!"

Two gunshots rang out, and Sam's opponent went down screaming.

"Did you just…?" The younger Winchester drifted off, staring incredulously at Dean while he continued to catch his breath.

"What? You told me to." Dean shrugged, as though that was a perfectly logical explanation for having put a silver bullet into each of the infamous Fenrir Greyback's butt-cheeks. "Right. You stand guard, I'll get the car."

"And hurry up before the cops get here!" Sam called to his brother's retreating back. Sam looked down on the suffering werewolf at his feet.

"Well you won't be running away anytime soon at least." He snorted. Greyback didn't seem to have been able to hear through his pain.

Dean hadn't been nearly as surprised as the locals when Sirius had first shown him to the garage to park the Impala the night before. Having been born and raised in the USA meant he was used to people having driveways with garages, or at least carports, attached to their houses. UK city dwellers apparently rarely even owned cars, and the wizarding populace even less so.
The only reason the townhouse had a garage, Sirius had explained, was due to the fact that when the house was built, the area was rather 'well-to-do' and having a place to park a vehicle was a social status symbol. Of course, the region had aged and gone rather downhill since then.

All the same, it made getting the injured werewolf out of the Impala's boot and into the kitchen a lot easier and a lot less likely to be noticed by the neighbours. Dean nodded respectfully to Sirius' Harley as he struggled past with Greyback's feet. Sam ignored his brother's eccentricity.

"You idjits!" Bobby complained, seeing the brothers manhandle and secure the bleeding, heavily restrained werewolf to a kitchen chair. "Send you out for food and beer, and you return with a man-eating werewolf. Can't you two stay out of trouble for a single day?"

Bobby's ranting attracted the attention of the others who had been watching Crowley attempt to teach Harry about managing his finances. He'd taken on the task after seeing Harry receive, and then fail to check over his bank statement.

"Is that Fenrir Greyback?" Harry asked disbelievingly, peering at the struggling man from between Crowley and Sirius' shoulders. The teen was held back from getting a closer look by Gabriel's grip on the back of his shirt.

"It sure is." Remus Lupin growled, eyes flashing amber. The perpetually exhausted looking werewolf was currently in-between missions for the Order, and suddenly very grateful for it.

"Beer's in the back seat." Dean offhand replied to Bobby. "See, I was thinking, since this guy's on the other side we get what we can out of him information wise, then hand him in and collect the bounty when you three have your ministry appointment this afternoon."

"Well, I'll just go distract Harry upstairs." Sirius suggested, seeing Crowley's eyes bleed scarlet and matching evil smirk taking up residence on his face.

"Come on my precious godson, let's see about starting your animagus training alright?" Successfully distracted Harry from his oncoming argument. The two were swiftly followed by a blank faced Castiel and a maliciously grinning Gabriel. Bobby grumbled off to collect the beer.

"I think I'll just wait for the finished product, per se'." Remus broke away from his glaring to realise what was about to happen. Once the kitchen door clicked closed behind the man, Crowley turned to the two younger hunters.

"How do you boys feel about a study comparing werewolves here to the ones back home?"

Here's a new chapter for you. I have no idea what liquor stores are like in the UK and just based this one off my local (Australian) Dan Murphey's. Fingers crossed for me finishing the next chapter tomorrow. If you have any ideas about ridiculous and accidentally advantageous situations for the SPN crew to get into, that you'd like to see, feel free to PM & I will make sure to reference any idea monkeys I may use :p

-Vengeance