A/N: This is my first fanfic- be gentle. This is just random, no point whatsoever. Please R+R, tell me if you hate it.

Summary: Who'd have thought a peanut could finish Sam Winchester off?

I'm Just Choking

"I didn't think you liked peanuts." Dean Winchester remarked, while his younger brother scoffed them one after the other.

"Dude… Not just peanuts. Salted peanuts." Sam answered, as if that made all the difference.

"Eh, whatever. Freak."

"Jerk." The brothers were silent for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. Dean lay sprawled on the motel bed, his head resting against the wall, newspapers scattered around him. His eyes were drawn to a photo of three local college girls, each dressed up in very tight elf costumes.

"I think I might become Santa." Dean grinned wickedly, chuckling heartily. He flicked his eyes across to Sam, the grin sliding from his face. "Sammy?" Sam's face was contorted, and he was struggling to draw in breath. Instantly Dean leapt to his aid, yanking him to his feet.

"Nut…" Sam gasped, trying and failing to cough it up. He had got the peanut lodged in his windpipe when he'd tried to laugh, swallow and breath at the same time. Obviously not a smart move.

Dean thumped his brother's back a few times, to no avail. Frantically he stepped behind Sam, wrapping his arms around his waist, giving a quick upward thrust with both fists just below the ribcage. A chewed up peanut ended up on the floor. Sam flopped down on the bed, thankful to be able to breath again.

"I can't believe you choked on a frigging PEANUT!" Dean muttered, rubbing Sam's back gently for a few seconds.

"It was your fault." He sulked moodily, folding his arms childishly.

"Yeah, your welcome." Dean went back to his own bed, smirking at Sam. They sat in a comfortable silence, the elder Winchester scanning for gigs. None.

"Hey Dean?"


"I don't think I like peanuts anymore."

The End

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