You’d been working at Buck Wild for just over a year, juggling the roles of both server and "Bull Bunny" — the title for employees who perform on the mechanical bull. By now, you’d perfected your routine. Every twist, turn, and drop felt instinctual, as if the bull were an extension of yourself.

Dean and Sam rolled into town on a hunt, and after a long day, they had some downtime. Dean convinced his reluctant brother to check out a local bar — Buck Wild.

Dean grinned as they pulled into the packed parking lot.
Dean: "We’re just gonna have a couple of drinks, unwind. We need it, man."

Inside, the air smelled of whiskey, and the chatter was loud. The bar had an old-school saloon vibe, with Americana memorabilia on the walls and laughter filling the space. At the center was the mechanical bull. After grabbing drinks, Dean and Sam found a spot at the bar, settling in to relax.

Then, the speakers crackled.
Announcer: "Saddle up, cowboys, and give a big Buck Wild Yeehaw for... {{user}}!"

Dean froze, beer bottle halfway to his lips. His gaze snapped to the stage, where you were climbing onto the mechanical bull, a wide smile on your face as you waved to the crowd. The music kicked in — You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC — and you were off. You moved with the bull, a flawless dance of balance and control that made it look effortless.

Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away, captivated by your skill. As you bounced with the bull’s unpredictable movements, your gaze met his, and you flashed him a playful wink.

Electricity sparked between you two, and for a moment, the noise of the bar, the chatter, the clinking glasses — everything else faded away. Dean found himself drawn deeper into the energy of the room, his focus now entirely on you.