Crowley's voice sounds familiar, even as the hallways are filled with sounds that Blake finds himself unsettled by. He whirls around and narrows his eyes in the low light, picking out the gait he's come to know well.

He steps forward a few steps, his posture tight and his attention fully focused on the approaching man. John stiffly reaches out a hand. "It's really you?" At this point he's having trouble trusting anything, what with the shadows always on his heels.