Lindsey wouldn't mind teaching him when they had time, but as Dean's uncontrolled hunger quickly moved onto three pints, Lindsey's hand on Dean's shoulder tightened and began to shake. "Dean, enough!" The body held only eight pints, more than four and it would've been fatal for a human. For vampires it wouldn't be, but definitely severely weakened.

The souled vampire started feeling dizzy and lightheaded when Dean got dangerously close to that amount. Vamping out, he tried to forcefully pull away even if it would rip a bloody gash in his arm. "Stop!!"