Dean got his answer when Lindsey's eyes dropped down from the road to his hands. No, he wasn't okay with randomly massacring people by a long shot. He didn't mind hurting them, it came with the territory and he had been doing it even as a human, just killing them on a personal level wasn't something he could stomach doing with a soul.

"I can hunt fine, Dean. And souled or not, I'm still Lindsey McDonald." Maybe. "I can do everything soulless can even with a soul." Yet instead of that being a statement, it sounded like he was trying to convince Dean... or himself.