That's like asking me if Dean Winchester likes to drink.

( He'll admit it, and then he's interrupted. He's just inspecting it, Dean. )

Yes, I think it complements me. ( Letting Dean bring the dart down, he looks down at himself, missing Dean's personal assessment. ) The demons insisted. I'm happy you avoided it. Just - ( He takes his hat off and leans forward, setting it down on Dean's head. He smiles once it fits. ) in case they get any ideas.

( He steps back and gestures. )

There, now you're dressed up. Happy Halloween, Dean.

( Eyes back on the dart board, he quickly orders a beer for his friend, Dean, as the waitress passes and then picks up the dart again. )

So, how do I throw this? I assume, hard and straight into that board.