I know that it's gonna take some time

I've got to admit that the thought has crossed my mind

This might end up like it should

And I'm gonna say what I need to say

And hope to god it don't scare you away

Don't wanna be misunderstood

But I'm starting to believe that this

Could be the start of something good

-Daughtry

BEEP-BEEEEP-BEEP

Sam groaned and rolled over, slamming the button on his alarm to shut it off. He looked with blurry eyes at the time, trying to remember why his alarm was going off at 8 AM on a Saturday morning. He groaned again when he remembered that today was the winter formal and Dean and him had both been recruited by Amara to help with the set up. He laid back against his pillow, reaching for his phone that was laying on his side table. He sighed when he saw his dad had texted him.

Sam, Adam said you and Dean attacked him? Call me!

He rolled his eyes and deleted the message without replying. He was not about to get into this today. He tossed his phone back down and got out of bed, heading to the shower and starting what was sure to be a long day.

Walking into the gym just after 9, Sam was surprised to see it abuzz with activity. There were students and teachers all around the room. Hanging streams, setting up speakers, arranging tables and chairs, and blowing up balloons. He spotted Dean and Amara at the balloon table and made his way towards them.

He reached them in time to see Dean suck the helium out of a balloon, he turned and grinned at Sam as he walked up.

"Hiya Sammy!" His voice sounded like a chipmunk and Sam rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the chuckle that came out.

"You're an idiot."

"You love me."

"Only because someone has to."

Amara shook her head at the two of them and laughed.

"You're both idiots."

They both turned to her, identical looks of shock on their faces.

"You wound us." Dean placed a hand over his heart, faking pains.

"Yeah well before you die, finish blowing up those balloons. Sam can help you."

She indicated the pile of blue, white and silver balloons that were still waiting to be blown up. She handed Sam a roll of silver ribbon.

"Tie these to the balloons as Dean fills them. I'm going to go around and see what else needs done." She placed a quick kiss on Dean's cheek before hurrying away, the heals on her shoes tapping loudly.

They worked quietly for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Dean filled the balloons, handed them to Sam who then tied ribbon to each one and then secured it to a weight to keep them from flying off.

"So Dad texted me this morning." Dean finally spoke.

"Me too."

"You answer him?"

"Nope."

"Me neither."

They fell into a comfortable silence again. Sam looked up when he heard a familiar laugh. His gaze quickly found Harper across the room. She was wearing black leggings and a plain white tshirt that was tied up around her waist, revealing an inch of smooth lightly tanned skin, her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. Sam smiled when he noticed she was wearing her worn out black converse. They were clearly her favorite pair of shoes. She was holding one side of a large banner and had her head thrown back as she laughed happily. It brought a smile to his face to see her so carefree and full of life.

Sam watched as she climbed a ladder, stretching to attach her end of the banner where she needed it to be. Another inch of skin bared along her midriff as she reached above her head. He couldn't stop himself from letting his gaze travel over her body, noting the way the leggings hugged her ass. She climbed down the ladder and took a step back, placing her hands on her hips and stared up at the banner, Jack came to stand next to her after securing his end. They both nodded and fist bumped each other. Jack walked away. She turned to walk away and froze when her gaze collided with Sam's. He felt heat rise to his face as he realized he had been caught staring. He watched her cheeks tinge pink and she smiled at him. They stared for a moment before Jack walked back up to her, pulling her attention elsewhere.

"Dude."

Sam jumped slightly, turning his attention to Dean who was staring at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What?"

Dean shook his head, a grin on his face.

"Nothing at all."

Sam cleared his throat and resumed tieing ribbon to the balloons.

"So what are we going to tell, Dad?" he asked

Dean sighed, "I don't know. He's never going to believe a thing as long as she isn't going to press charges."

"She already said she wasn't going to press charges. She says it wouldn't be right since he didn't actually do anything."

"But he would have if she hadn't called you. What if we hadn't gotten there in time, dude."

"I know, Dean. I haven't stopped thinking about it. I don't know what I would have done if he had hurt her."

Dean grew quiet next to Sam. Sam sighed and looked at Dean.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"You need to talk to her." Dean said simply.

"What?"

Dean leaned forward.

"You've got it bad, Sammy. You need to tell Harper the truth."

"Dean, it's inappropriate. I'm her teacher. And she…she doesn't feel that same way about me."

Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm not an idiot, Dean."

"Well I wouldn't go that far…" Dean grinned and dodged the roll of ribbon Sam through at him.

"All I'm saying, Sammy, is be honest. Maybe it's a little….different. But you can't always help who you fall for. And give her a chance to decide. I think you'll be surprised."

Dean leaned back in his chair, resuming blowing up balloons. Sam sat quietly, helping, as his mind whirled with thoughts.

Later that night Sam stood in the fully decorated gym. Music was playing and students were dancing and mingling in small groups. Him and Dean were standing next to the food table. Sam smiled to see how uncomfortable Dean appeared to be in the tuxedo that Amara had force him to wear. Sam himself had opted for a nice pair of slacks and a dark blue button up shirt.

He was staring down at the drink in his hand when Dean nudged him. He looked up and turned in the direction Dean was indicating. His felt his breathe get stuck in his throat as his eyes landed on Harper. She was walking into the gym next to Jack and Kevin.

She was wearing a pale blue backless floor length gown. It had thin spaghetti straps and when she turned Sam could see it was backless, except for a few thin straps criss crossing her smooth skin, it hugged her every curve. Every movement she made caused the sparkling dress to shine. He could see silver heels peak out when she walked. Her hair was in a bun at the nape of her neck, with a few pieces curling around her face. From across the room Sam could see that she was wearing more makeup than usual, but it wasn't over the top.

"You've got some drool there." Dean handed him a napkin. With some difficulty, Sam pulled his gaze from Harper and glared at Dean.

"Shut up."

Dean laughed. They both turned their attention to Amara as she walked up. She was in a simple black one shoulder gown. She put an arm around Dean's waist.

"You don't mind if I steal him for a while do you?" she smiled at Sam, who shook his head and waved them away. As they walked away he leaned against the wall, sipping from his cup. He easily found Harper again. She was dancing in between Jack and Charlie now, her smile genuine and carefree. The words Dean said to him earlier swirled around in his head.

A while later Harper walked up alone to the snack table. She smiled at him as she filled a cup with punch.

"It's a great dance." She walked over to stand next to him, sipping her drink.

"It is." He nodded, nervously.

"I especially like the balloons." She grinned and Sam blushed and finally came to a decision.

He cleared his throat. "Hey…could we talk…privately?"

She looked at him curiously and nodded. He led them out into the hallway, away from the crowds. They stood quietly for a moment.

Finally, Sam took a deep breath. "Harper…I….um…listen I…" He paused as she put a gently hand against his arm.

"Is everything okay, Sam?" He looked down into her ice blue eyes and felt his resolve harden.

"Harper. I like you. I…I think I might more than like you. And I know it's completely inappropriate and this could never happen. But I had to tell you."

He watched as her eyes widened and she took a small step back.

"I…I.."

"It's okay. I understand you don't feel the same way. I'm your teacher and it's wrong for me to feel this way at all."

"Sam…I.."

"Harper! There you are! Come on, they're getting ready to play our song!"

They both jumped as Charlie came hurrying towards them. She was wearing a blue tuxedo.

"Hi, Mr. Winchester! Great night, right?!" Charlie grabbed Harper's hand and started to pull her away back to the gym. Her eyes met Sam's as she let Charlie pull her. Sam thought he saw something like regret flash through her eyes before she was gone from his sight.

He rubbed a hand over his face and groaned. He had just completely screwed up everything.

Author's Note: Hey all! Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you are thinking!

If you want to see the inspiration for Harper's dress, PM me and I will gladly send you the photos.

Next chapter is going to be INTENSE. Can't wait to get it out to you guys!