Lindsey gasped when his hair was yanked and his eyes opened wide from pain and surprise as he stared up unseeing at the demon. He seemed to recoil with each of Dean's words, shrinking back slightly like they were physical blows.

He wasn't a hunter like Dean had been but he was able to get angry at the treatment. What he lacked earlier, as Dean noticed, was focus, and the demon just provided it. "Don't give me that! You want to tell me in your thirty years didn't wish for this to stop?" He glared up at the black eyed creature. "That's bullshit!"