I'm only one call away

I'll be there to save the day

Superman got nothing on me

I'm only one call away

And when you're weak

I'll be strong

Now don't you worry

It won't be long, darling

And when you feel like hope is gone

Just run into my arms

-Charlie Puth

Sam was sitting on Dean's couch absentmindedly watching some show that Dean was obsessed with. From what he could gather so far was there was a doctor that everyone called sexy, making out in elevators, and slapping people. It wasn't something he would usually watch but he didn't feel much like going out but he didn't want to be alone, so an evening watching trash television and drinking with his brother was the best option.

He looked over as Dean stood up and moved towards the kitchen.

"Hey grab me one too." He said, shaking his head and grinning when Dean flipped him the bird. His phone started to vibrate and ring, he picked it up, his eyebrows creased in confusion when he saw it was Harper calling.

"Hello?"

He heard heavy breathing and then a slightly slurred whisper, "Sam….".

"Harper?"

It sounded like the phone fell, followed by a thud that sounded like a body falling to the ground. He frowned.

"Harper?!"

He looked up to see Dean looking at him with concern, a beer in each hand. He stood up, pulling his jacket on as he did, phone still pressed to his ear. He saw Dean doing the same thing.

"Harper?!" Sam tried again, still no response. He growled in frustration, ending the call and turning to Dean.

"Somethings wrong." He headed towards the door, Dean following close behind.

They hurried out, moving quickly towards the student housing, Sam explaining what had happened on the call.

They both burst into the building, heading straight for Harper's room. Sam knocked on the door.

"Harper? You in there?" he called. Silence answered him. Dean reached around him and banged loudly on the door, to no avail.

"What's going on?" they turned to see Jack, Kevin, Charlie, and Jo poking their heads out of a room down the hall. They moved quickly towards the group.

"Is Harper in there?" Dean asked gruffly.

They all shook their heads, "She's upstairs at the party with Adam. That's why we-!" Jack was cutoff as Sam turned and half ran down the hallway, followed closely by Dean. The group glanced at each other before quickly following them.

Sam and Dean burst onto the second floor, startling a group of teens. They looked quickly around, not seeing Harper or Adam.

Sam zeroed in on a couple of boys leaning against a wall.

"Have you seen Adam or Harper?"

The boys shook their heads, "Nope." They both snickered and smirked. Dean stepped up, moving in on the boys, fisting one hand in each of their shirts.

"He said, have you seen them? Now I suggest you start talking." He growled at them. They swallowed thickly.

"They're in Adam's room, but he said not to disturb them."

Sam turned and made his way quickly down the hall, he tried the door knob on Adam's room and found it, unsurprisingly, locked. He quickly slammed his shoulder into the door, busting it open. The scene before him made him see red. He heard a gasp behind him and Charlie's voice saying "oh my god."

Harper was laying, unconscious, in the middle of the bed, naked except for a black lacy bra. Adam was straddling her, standing on his knees, his hand on his belt buckle. He turned quickly towards them, his eyes flashing angrily.

"What the fuck?"

Sam didn't have time to think, he rushed forward, grabbing Adam by the back of his shirt and pulling him off. His hazel eyes glinted with rage. His fist swung forward, connecting with Adam's cheek. He shoved him against the wall, his hands fisted tightly in the front of his shirt.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

A faint bruise was already forming on Adam's cheek. He smirked, blue eyes glaring a challenge.

"Nothing she didn't want."

"You drugged her."

"She needed to loosen up." Adam shrugged.

Sam growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on Adam's shirt. He slammed him hard against the wall again, gaining satisfaction in the crack of his head against the wall.

"Sam. Come on. He isn't worth it." Dean's hand rested on his shoulder, Sam hesitated then leaned close to Adam.

"Stay away from her." With one final shove, he pushed away from him, turning towards the bed, where Charlie and Jo had managed to get Harper's close on her. Jack was sitting on the bed beside her, gently smoothing her hair from her face, while Kevin was holding her shoes and phone that they had found laying on the floor.

Sam moved to pick her up, sliding an arm under her knees and one around her back. Adam started to step forward, pausing when Dean placed a hand against his chest, holding him in place.

"I wouldn't do that." Dean said gruffly, his anger thinly disguised. Adam glared at him but remained still.

As Sam walked towards the door, following Harper's friends, Adam started to yell angrily.

"You're wasting your time, Sam. She's always going to come back to me. She'll never stay away."

Sam ignored him and was rewarded with the sound of a fist connecting with skin and a pained grunt.

After reassuring Jack and the others that they would let them know as soon as she woke up, Sam and Dean had taken Harper to Sam's room. They laid her in the middle of his bed and each took a seat on a chair next to the bed.

Sam stared at her, watching her chest steadily rise and fall. They sat in silence for a while, then Sam sensed Dean looking at him. He didn't acknowledge it, knowing Dean would know he was listening.

"So….she's….she's the girl that has had you so messed up recently."

He silently nodded.

All he heard was Dean sigh. Then a low groan came from Harper's mouth. Sam leaned forward, gently stroking her hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at the ceiling in confusion. Suddenly she gasped, sitting up and scrambling across the bed away from Sam.

"Harper. It's okay. It's me. It's Sam." He held his hands out in a reassuring gesture, his eyes looking at her sadly.

"Where's Adam?" Her breathe came in short, panicked bursts.

"He's not here, Harper. He can't get to you here." He spoked softly. Her eyes connected with his and he held her gaze as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"You came. I called and you came." Her voice quivered as she spoke. She quickly moved across the bed, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her sideways on to his lap.

"I'll always come when you call." He whispered into her ear. He saw Dean stand up out of the corner of his eye and nodded when he said he was going to go get the others.

A while later, Harper was sitting on Sam's couch, surrounded by her friends. Technically students were not allowed in the teachers housing but Dean had called Bobby and explained the situation and he had given permission, as long as Harper agreed to go see Anna for a thorough exam before. She had willingly went to the exam. She was in good health, except for the drugs in her system. All she could do right now was let them work their way out of her system.

Sam and Dean stood apart from the group of friends, leaning against the counters in the kitchen area. Sam could feel Dean staring at him and he sighed.

"I know what you're going to say."

"Oh do you now?"

"You're going to tell me I'm an idiot and that this can't happen because she's my student and I am too old for her."

He looked up as he heard Dean chuckle.

"Actually I was going to say I hope this works out for you. In this life if you find someone you love, you don't have time to wait until it is 'right'."

"Oh. Thank Dean. That means a lot."

"Don't go all chick flick on me."

Sam rolled his eyes and grinned.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Author's Notes: Thanks so much for reading! Please let me know what you are thinking! Reviews keep me motivated to keep writing!

Happy Holidays to everyone! May you all have a fun filled, joyous season!