"You came out of the woods," Dean repeated, squinting slightly at the man in front of him. He tried to determine if the stranger had just had a little too much to drink, but he seemed perfectly sober as he spoke. If you ignored the fact that what he was saying didn't make any sense to Dean.
"Yeah, about that," Dean said, straightening up and following him as he walked to the line. "Where exactly is here?"
He watched as the dart sailed straight into the bulls eye, his face showing a wary surprise. So much for pulling one over on this guy. Still, he'd never been one to turn down a challenge.
"Sure," he said, shrugging as his hands curling around the dart in his palm. "Why not?" He took careful aim and then let the dart fly. It struck the board a good inch off. Yeah, definitely no money to be made here. He retrieved the dart and made his way back to the man, holding it out to him. "So is this off season or what?" he asked, looking nodding towards the empty street.