Lindsey jerked up to look at his childe. "Shit, Dean, I thought I'm the souled one there." Since his tongue wasn't burning and no scorching pain followed his tentative lick, Lindsey quickly covered the rest of Dean's injured arm with quick swipes of his tongue. He was worried although he wasn't so far as to blame himself yet.

"Is that better?" he asked, although the area didn't look like it had healed. The lack of blood was definitely a problem, and biting his lip, Lindsey crawled onto the bed so he was knelt beside Dean. He tilted his head, neck bared, invitation clear. "Go on, Dean, this should help and will tide you over until tonight."