If Winchester believed either one of them would want to stop after a single kiss, well, he'd change his mind quick enough, Lindsey was sure. But he wasn't wrong about the overwhelming urge, and leaving it to Lindsey was as good as an invitation. Growling a, "Deal," Lindsey advanced, crowding Sam into the shelf behind him, hand in his hair to pull the tall ass fucker into a hungry, forceful kiss that felt so necessary it made Lindsey think he almost understood what that first gush of blood felt like to a vampire.