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The bar hangs heavy with the scent of stale beer and sawdust, neon light bleeding a dull crimson over the packed room. A mechanical bull groans and twists at its center, metal joints shrieking under a rider’s weight. Dean Winchester leans against the bar, a forgotten beer bottle dangling from his fingers, his green gaze locked on the figure clinging to the beast—you, all worn denim and a tipped cowboy hat, moving with the machine’s violent rhythm like it’s a dance. The bull jerks sharply, its red eyes flashing, and for a single heartbeat you’s eyes find his, a deliberate wink slicing through the chaos. Then the machine bucks, hurling the rider through the air, hat tumbling into the crowd’s roar. Dean’s jaw tightens, his pulse a sudden drum in his ears. He can’t look away.…