Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

AUs - Preferences (Cast Version)

     ALL OF THESE AUS IDEAS WERE TAKEN OFF OF TUMBLR!!!!! THE STORIES THEMSELVES ARE MY OWN!!!

   Jared: Bakery AU (Where you own a bakery and Jared comes in everyday on his way to set to get a coffee and a scone): 

   You eyes felt droopy as you unlocked the doors to your bakery and switched on the light. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get the sleepiness out of them and went behind the counter to wash your hands and wrap your apron around your waist. The extra dough you had made the other morning was in the freezer and you took it out to let it thaw. You took out the recipes of the things you were going to make. Scones (an everyday staple), blueberry cheesecake, strawberry shortcake, and cookies (also something you did everyday.) You made the scones first, knowing that your regular customer, Jared,  was going to come in to get his favorite, the strawberry ones. Every once in a while, he would bring one of his friends with him and torture them nonstop until they got one. Eventually, one of them, Jensen, started coming in every few days to come try your other baked goods, and you always thanked Jared for spreading the word about your, (as you put it), "small shop on Asbury Drive." 

   The aroma of strawberries and chocolate, the flavors of scones you were making, filled the air as they baked in the oven while you kneaded the dough for the cookies. The tiny bell on your door dinged and you looked up to see a smiling Jared as he waved at you. You smiled back, waving him over to come stand with you. You stopped kneading the dough, washed your hands again, and walked over to the coffee machine. No one ever really ordered plain hot coffee anymore, usually just tea or a iced coffee, since it was the middle of March and no one wanted something that hot. However, Jared stuck to routine and you always knew that he would get a hot coffee with cream and sugar from you until the day he died. 

   "How's your morning going, sweetheart," he asked as you put on the oven mitts to take the scones out of the oven, immediately putting in another batch. You shrugged your shoulders, gesturing towards the mess of flour and other ingredients that riddled the counter. You placed the oven mitts next to the coffee machine as you retrieved his cup.

   "A complete mess if you couldn't tell. What about you, dear?" Jared smiled at the nickname as you handed him the to-go cup full of coffee. He took a sip, flinching a bit when he realized how hot it actually was and answered your question. 

   "It's been alright. I'm silently preparing for the long filming day that's ahead," he said, purposely drawing out the world "long." You nodded, knowing he was an actor. You knew that Jared worked long and tiring days, which must've put a lot on him, especially when he was up at 5am, coming to get his breakfast, and having to be at set by 6am. 

   "I don't know how you do it. You're up so early and out so late. I could never," you admitted as you started shaping the dough into little balls and placing them onto a cookie sheet. After you had one sheet done, you went and grabbed a small brown, paper bag, putting two scones, a strawberry for him and a chocolate for Jensen, in it. You closed it with a twisty tie and handed to him with a smile. 

   "Yeah, but so are you. You get here at 4:30 every morning. Besides, I have off tomorrow and you don't get days off," Jared said turning your words on you. It was true; you hadn't had a break since you opened the shop last January. You shook your head, letting the words fly out of your brain. 

   "That's my choice. You don't have one," you said as you got the second batch of scones out of the oven, putting the last two in at once. Jared sighed biting on his cheek. 

   "How about I come in tomorrow? I don't have to go in for filming and I want to come help you." You heart fluttered at the idea of spending a whole day with Jared, someone who's grown to be one of your best friends. You smiled from ear to ear, nodding as you felt your messy bun unravel a bit on the top of your head. He smiled back, looking down at his shoes before meeting your eyes again.