Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

The new inductee

"What an asshole!"

Shaking his head, Mark looked after the new intern, who was unable to clear his breakfast or say a word to the others.

Yeah, but a handsome one ...

Samantha bit her lip to keep from grinning.

"A few days here, and no one can stand him ..." Jensen muttered, taking a sip of coffee, "... and if he tells everyone then, they can call him Bucky. I mean, what the hell is that name? Bucky ..."

"Sounds like a mixture of a helicopter and a ... what's the name of that annoying little dog? Chihuahua?"

Giggling, Gabriel grabbed a piece of melon and made everyone laugh.

Derek Bucky Hale –– he was the step-son of the top boss, who'd given him an internship. Of course, he had a golden ass, and the actors were told to be nice to him. But liking him wasn't easy, with that unpolished manner.

Although one would think that a nearly 30-year-old man already had a particular life experience, he behaved like a stubborn child who didn't want to let anyone say anything, knew everything better, and felt very important.

But he also had charm. And with this, the young man with the short, black hair was able to wrap the woman around his finger in no time. And as mentioned, that guy didn't look bad.

"Great help!" Misha hurried, annoyed, to the door because Derek had poured him apple juice on his pants and hadn't even apologized for it.

"10 minutes break!" Gabriel shouted, gave the intern an angry look, and got himself a coffee.

Several days passed, and the mood became icier.

Derek should copy something ...

"Am I an office assistant?!"

Mumbling, the young man sluggishly and reluctantly walked out of the room.

"So what do you want? My job? We all have started small!" Gabriel called after him.

"This is women's work!"

"And he always has to have the last word!"

Samantha had just finished working in the kitchen and came to these words, saw that her husband was at the end of his tether, and followed Derek after a quick kiss in greeting.

While the copier was doing its job, the black-haired man leaned dangerously close to Sam. So close that her husband would've torn off his head if he'd been there.

"Women's work, huh?"

Not flinching, she looked straight into his eyes.

"I think someone should spank you," the young woman breathed, her face just inches from his.

Of course, it hadn't escaped her in the past few days that although Derek was very precocious, he was still caught in the Stone Age, where the women were supposed to do the unskilled work because they were so delicate and fragile and needed the help of men ... especially his help.

"Oh, who's gonna do that? You maybe?"

With a short laugh, he picked up the stack of papers, turned off the copier, turned back to Samantha at the door, and left with an amused snort.

Damn Macho ...

"Anna?"

Mark snapped in front of the face of the make-up artist, who turned back to him a bit startled and continued to straighten his hair.

Following her gaze, he saw Derek flirting with a girl again, and with that look on Anna's face, all the older man had to do was put one and one together.