In his shock at seeing the creature dead, Dean almost didn’t register Cleo’s crying. His gaze had been momentarily fixed on the corpse of the dead monster, but the clacking of a g*n being dropped onto the floor made Dean snap out of his surprise and look up.
Cleo was leaning against John, crying and sobbing into his chest. John didn’t look much better, even if he wasn’t crying. He just patted Cleo on the back awkwardly and looked from the g*n on the floor to the dead creature at their feet as if unsure which was the more dangerous of the two right now.
Gulping quickly, Dean said, “John, Cleo, are you guys all right?”
John nodded and patted Cleo on the back reassuringly. “Yeah, we are. Neither of us are hurt. Just shaken.”
Cleo sniffled and looked at Dean with fear in her eyes. “I can’
