"Nah, not so much dry ice in here." He moved forward to open up the cabinet, handing over the flashlight to Teague for a moment, just in case there was something inside.
There wasn't; it was empty, but Dean stood up and cocked his head. "If I was a kid, I'd have hid there. I used to hide in closets when I was two or three, so Dad said." He blinked. "I think maybe it's scared." He cleared his throat. "Hey, kiddo? We're not mean, promise, we just sort of wanted to check in on you." ... hey, if it worked, he wouldn't look stupid.