Dean looked up as the other man addressed him. He slapped on a smile he didn't feel, sizing the guy up to see if he'd be any real competition at darts. He'd never been awesome at darts, that had always been Sam's strength. Still, it didn't look like he had much of a choice.
"You the bartender?" He asked, looking at the empty bar. Wherever this place was it looked pretty well maintained for being so apparently close to going out of business. These were the only people he'd seen in the last hour and they didn't exactly look like big spenders. Dean leaned up against the bar. "Hey, I was wonderin' if you could give me some directions. Where's the closest highway?"