Lindsey looked up and smiled brilliantly when he saw Dean had awoken. A glance through told him that the turning process had healed his childe right up, and the look he sent their dinner reassured him that the man was as soulless as himself. He had been worried for a while there.

"Hello Deano. Dinner is served." He gestured to the whimpering and crying figures on the ground. Then annoyed by how loudly one cried, he gave her a kick. "Take your pick, or both if you've got an appetite."