Right. [ Sam huffs a soft laugh, offering a hand to the young man with a nod. ] Good to meet you, Jason. I'm Sam. Sam Winchester.

[ He gives their lanterns a nod, glad for the protip. His lantern is a lot different from Jason's, mostly by way of how it lacks any kind of colour or embellishment. It's arranged in a kind of grid-like pattern that strangely resembles ... well, plaid. Otherwise it's simple and unaffecting. But if it's the thing keeping him alive (in a sense of the word), he won't be leaving it behind so easily. Not a fan of testing that theory out, nope. ]

So this darkness around us ... this isn't just a particularly dark night? This is it?