"All right. Back to the Bunker." Dean said, as he slung his duffle over his shoulder. He opened the motel room door to walk outside - and immediately tripped over a brown paper bag full of something that was sitting on the threshold.
Sam hurried over to him. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah." Dean said, standing up and brushing himself off. "What the hell is this?"
There was a note taped to the bag and Sam pulled it off to read it.
"Ha!" He burst out with a laugh a second later. He turned the note to Dean. "Happy 'Leave Zucchini On Your Neighbor's Doorstep' Day!"
Dean fumed a few seconds, then scooped the bag up to put into the trunk of the car.
"….there's a zucchini bread recipe I can use these for…" he muttered.
Sam didn't say a word.
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