Cupcakes (Chuck Shurley X Baker!Reader)

Author’s Note: When they put Cupcake Wars on Netflix (and I use a random plot generator that gave me the prompt/plot: The lead character starts to see an awkward baker in a new light.), crappiness ensues. Sorry it’s not very good, I had literally no ideas for a Chuck X Reader but I promised the amazing one and I wanted to pick the winners of the raffle today but I needed to get hers done first, so yeah, sorry, I tried. Maybe I’ll try to write a better one at some point? Also: I have no idea what season this takes place in. And I’m just gonna pretend that Sam and Dean are in Chuck’s area because he’s a prophet and he’s in danger from something? I dunno, I’M SORRY THIS SUCKS  ;w;

“Hi, what can I get you?” You called out politely, glancing up from the cupcake you were frosting as you heard a bell jingling, signaling that someone had just entered your shop. You carefully set the frosting bag on a table before you wiped your hands on your apron, walking over to the cash register.

“I’ll take half a dozen of your candy corn cupcakes.” The brown haired man said, he looked vaguely familiar, you noted as he started pulling out his wallet. You rinsed off your hands and slid on a pair of gloves.

“Good choice, these are some of my favorites.” You commented as you gently placed the cupcakes in a cupcake box with the name of your company, The Mad Batter, with the company slogan underneath “For all your baked good needs!”  

The man laughed quietly and you peered over, noticing the nice crinkles he got around his eyes as he laughed.

“Oh, hey! You’ve been in here before, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” He said with a shrug. “I’ve stopped in a few times.”

“I’m glad that you decided we were worth coming back to…” You trailed off, waiting for him to give you his name.

“Chuck. I’m Chuck.”

“Well it is lovely to meet you, Chuck.” You said, smiling at him as you slid the box of cupcakes across the counter so that they landed neatly in front of him.

“You too, __y/n__.” Chuck handed you the money for the cupcakes, waving at you before he ducked out of the shop.

You noticed after he was gone that you weren’t wearing your nametag.

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“Chuck, what the hell? You can’t just disappear! We’re supposed to be keeping an eye on you.” Dean said, frowning as Chuck entered the house.

“Sorry.” Chuck said with a shrug. “I brought food?” He offered holding out a bag of groceries and a box of cupcakes.

Dean took the box of cupcakes, opening it and cautiously taking a bite of the bright yellow, orange, and white cupcake. “Holy shit, is this candy corn?” Dean asked, eyes wide as he took another large bite.

“Yeah, this bakery across town sells them.”

“These are almost as good as pie.” Dean said, licking his fingers free of any remaining frosting.

Chuck smiled to himself; sure, the cupcakes were good, great, even, but they were not the reason he only ever bought baked goods from The Mad Batter. That title belonged to the __h/c__-haired girl that made them (not that Dean or Sam needed to know that though).

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“Hey, Chuck! Good to see you again. What can I get you today?”

Chuck was distracted by a dash of flour on the tip of your nose, almost forgetting to respond.

“I-ah, got anything to help with writer’s block?” Chuck asked. He knew now that he was a prophet, but he still needed to make a living and he had a small following; maybe he could try writing something for real?

“Hmm…” You said, nibbling on your lower lip thoughtfully. “I write a bit myself, and if I’m feeling really stuck, our chocolate cherry Coke cupcakes help inspire me. Want to try one?”

Chuck looked contemplative.

“If you don’t like it, it’s free.” You said, plucking a brown cupcake with a red wrapper from the display case. You handed it to him, folding your hands and resting your chin on them as you waited for him to try it.

He hesitantly took a bite, surprised to find out that the chocolate and Coke and cherries in the center mixed really well together.

“This is really good.”

“Would I ever steer you down the wrong path, Charles?” You asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

Chuck rolled his eyes at you, but both of you knew that he secretly liked your teasing.

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 “Okay, Chuck, literally every time that we come over, you have cupcakes. And I don’t think that you’re buying all of them because you have a cupcake addiction, so who’s the girl? Or guy, not judging.” Sam asked as Dean helped himself to an apple pie flavored cupcake.

“Oh my god, Sam, you have to try this one. It tastes just like apple pie.” Dean said, waving a cupcake under Sam’s nose.

Sam rolled his eyes but took a bite anyway, eyes widening in surprise. “Okay, this is amazing. You should definitely ask her out, then maybe you won’t have to spend twenty dollars a week on cupcakes.”

Chuck just ducked his head and looked away, mumbling something about how he didn’t think she’d say yes.

Sam and Dean shared a look. They were going to have to take matters into their own hands.

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Sam and Dean entered the tiny bakery, eyes going to the bakery counter where a young woman was lip-syncing to the music coming from the ceiling while she was chopping up apples.

The bakery was currently empty, but the display counter had very few cupcakes, cookies, cakes, and pies in it so they assumed that the bakery was somewhat popular.

The girl gazed up from the apples, pausing in her chopping as she put the knife down. “Hi there, what can I get you boys?”

“We were wondering if-“ Sam started, only to get cut off by Dean.

“Sam, she bakes pie! Pie, Sam!” Dean whispered loudly, hurrying over to the counter and practically throwing money at the girl as he gazed longingly at the few remaining pies.

“I take it you want to buy the pies?” You asked, deftly taking all the pies from the case while the man in the leather jacket nodded enthusiastically. You chuckled, putting them in boxes before putting the entire stack in a paper bag. You counted out the money and put the proper amount in your cash register before giving the man his pies and his change.

“Anyways,” The other man, Sam, you had heard from the shorter man, started. “We were wondering if you knew our friend, Chuck?”

“Yeah! Brown hair, blue eyes, always buys way more cupcakes than he can actually eat?”

“Yeah, that’s him. You see, we think that he has this crush on you but he’s too shy to actually, well, do anything about it. Do you think you could, I don’t know, give him a sign to let him know that you’d be interested?”

“And what if I’m not interested?” You asked curiously, perking an eyebrow at them.

“Ah, we hadn’t really considered that possibility.” Sam said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You smiled. “It’s good that I am interested in him, then. Don’t worry, I’ll let him know.” You said, winking at the two men.

“Thanks.” Sam said, waving at you before he and Dean left the shop.

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Chuck had barely walked into the bakery and up to the counter before you were placing a cupcake in front of him, a comically large one with bright red frosting.

He glanced up at you in confusion but you were already mixing a bowl of batter, whistling cheerfully. Chuck looked back down at the cupcake, noticing now that there was white, swirling writing on it.

I’m very interested, Charles.

Chuck raised his eyes to look at you, jumping slightly when he found that you were only a foot away, the counter the only thing separating you.

“I get off at five, if you want to go see a movie or something?” You offered quietly, nerves just now catching up to you as you realized that you were asking out the attractive customer that you had been sort of crushing on for the past two months.

“That sounds perfect.” Chuck said, smiling at you.

God bless those meddling Winchesters.