The blinding flash and deafening explosion in the close corridor walls echoed with the force of a small atom bomb, vampire's skull exploded like an overripe melon, spraying the redbrick alleyway in carnal crimson. The shot had been extremely tight but somehow the shooter’s aim was true; as the body crumbled, a lone silhouette burst through the thick cloud of gun smoke. On the pavement, the shattered corpse gurgled an animalistic snarl as the creature attempted to resurrect, down came the butt of the wooden stock to its splintered skull with a cracking thud then sinuously followed by a sharp guttural scream punctuated by a sickeningly wet crunch of a blade plunging through chest cavity hard enough to bottom out into the cement below. The gasping blast of ash only served to further muddying the air, blanketing the two in inhuman dust.
Through the deathly mist, a hand grasping his face, sharply forcing Dean's head from one side to another. As the air cleared, two brown eyes emerged, peering worrisomely as they checked for signs of damaged. With the trauma of a close-quarter gunshot, she knew he could see her mouth moving, but didn’t know if he could hear her; however, there had been precious little time to act otherwise. So when he didn’t immediately respond, the hands brusquely shook him to rouse him.
"Dean!"
It was Jo. She’d taken the unscheduled eclipse as a sign of impending doom, scratched her previous hunt until such a time as the light came back--- there were certain bumps even Jo Harvelle wouldn’t chase into an endless night. However, with lights out, Jo knew it was either lock-and-loaded-for-bear or goodnight-and-sleep-tight 'til the daylight returned, and fortunately for Dean, Jo wasn’t the type to choose the later.
However, they weren't out of danger yet; while the shotgun had cleared the immediate area of the vampiric presence, it was bound to attract more unwanted attention.