Teague held the poker and looked at it with tight lips and a furrowed brow. "Golly, thanks." He hushed, however, when he heard the sound, and although he figured it to be just an animal, he wasn't taking any chances. He turned to look in the corner, and looked into the view. "Nothin'," He whispered, though he did get to see what dust looked like under the glow of infrared.
"Sounded like it was right there though." He shook his head, and tried to write it off. However, Teague noticed when the light on the digital recorder came on when neither of them were speaking or making noise. It was voice activated. He held it up to Dean with one brow raised. "Want me to play it back?" However, there was no chance for Dean to respond, because there was a louder, more brash thumping that came from a few rooms down the hall.