Putting the Lysa in Lysan

Sometimes it was fun to be scared. To watch a movie that had you afraid to turn the lights off after to rush from the bathroom to the bed. The worst ones involved creepy kids or kids being stalked by the ghosts, goblins, poltergiests or bloodied psychopaths. Those were the worst ones that left Lysa up half the night wanting to go and check on Xander again. Ironic really since the man sleeping next to her was the best in the business for dealing with all those things. Half the time he laughed through the movies instead of being scared, though Dean never minded when Lysa would curl up against his body and make him hold her through the movies. And afterwards. “Are you ready for bed?” Dean asked coming up behind Lysa. He slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled against the side of her neck as she watched their son. Xander was sound asleep in cool guys pose, his hands behind his head, elbows out, like some cool dude all chilled out. It was such a Dean pose. He was his father’s son in so many ways. “Yeah, I guess so.” “Come on, baby. You know we’re safe in here. No one’s coming to possess Xander.” “They better not.” Lysa said fiercely. “You’re so hot when you’re protective.” Dean said and she could hear the grin on his face. “Oh hush.” “I’m serious.” Dean nipped at her throat. “I love my protective Lysa.” He pulled Lysa away from the bedroom down and down the hall before pushing her against the wall to kiss her. Lysa giggled but the giggle soon dissolved into the deep kiss. He really wasn’t joking. “Dean Alexander Winchester, you are not taking me up agaisnt the wall.” “Now there’s an idea.” Dean smirked. “Dean!” “Fine. I’ll do it in our room, and our bathroom, maybe the kitchen afterwards.” Dean tugged her from the wall and down the hall to her room kicking the door closed behind them. It seemed he wasn’t going to let her over think the movie tonight.  

50% of me: I need a lot of cuddles and kisses