"Man, I am so freaking glad to be home!" Dean said enthusiastically, pulling his duffel out of the back seat. "Feels like we've been gone forever. I'm gonna kick back, open a bottle and watch some really bad television!"

Slamming the car door, he headed for the bunker, then stopped dead, eyes bulging.

"What the hell?!"

On the bunker door, big, bold, red, and in CAPITAL letters, were the words:

WINCHESTERS SUCK!

"This is what happens when you turn away trick-or-treaters," Sam said sourly, shouldering past his speechless brother and opening the bunker door. "We're lucky they didn't have any eggs."