So if you call in the night

If you cry, cry

If you call my name

I will fly, fly to your side

Cuz you're the place I need to find

To remember the light.

-Tommee Profitt ft. Fleurie

Sam sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands. His lips still tingled from where Harper's had pressed against them. He sighed, sitting up and running a hand roughly over his face. His mind was swirling. Such a simple kiss had truly rocked his life. He could still taste her on his lips and feel her soft skin under his fingertips.

He stood up and began pacing from his bed to the couch and back. He shouldn't have let her leave. They should have talked this through. He already had her grandmother's blessing. It couldn't be that hard to make this work. But she was just a girl. She didn't need a relationship with an older man, let alone her teacher, dragging her down. But he couldn't get her out of his mind. Ice blue eyes flipped through his mind. Before he realized what he was doing, he had his jacket on and was walking out the door. He just had to talk to her.

He hurried across the lawn towards the school building, head bowed against the swirling snow. He stepped into the warm building, stomped the snow off of his boots and made his way to the gymnasium. He leaned casually against the wall, eyes scanning the room. He saw no sign of Harper in the room. He looked to where Jack was dancing with Kevin, Jo, and Charlie. He caught the young boys eye, motioning for him to come over to him.

"Hey Mr. Winchester." Jack walked over to him, offering an easy smile.

"Have you seen Harper?"

Jack raised an eyebrow at him, "Last I knew she was on her way to see you."

Sam felt his face flush, it was obvious that Jack was privy to what had been going on. He didn't see the need to lie to him.

"She left about 20 minutes ago, she was coming back here."

"I haven't seen her. I've been watching for her to come back."

"She wouldn't have went back to the dorm?"

Jack's forehead wrinkled with concern, "No. Adam stayed there instead of coming to the dance. She wouldn't have went back to the building alone."

They both stood in silence for a moment, before Sam's eyes widened. "Adam."

"What?"

"Just get your friends. I need Dean. I think Harper might be in trouble."

Jack nodded and Sam took off, hurrying to the other side of the room where he saw Dean talking to Castiel and Anna.

"Dean. I need your help. I think Harper is in trouble."

Dean took one look at the frantic look on his brother's face and nodded. They rushed to the door, followed close by Castiel. When they reached the hallway they found Jack and the others waiting for them. By the concerned looks on their faces, it was evident that Jack had explained the situation to them. Sam nodded at them in acknowledgment and moved to the door.

He turned to his students, "Do you have any idea where he wo-?"

He was cut off by an ear piercing, anguished scream. They turned towards the noise. Sam squinted his eyes, he could just barely make out two figures just inside the tree line. Without a word to the other, he began running in that direction. He could faintly hear the others following. As he neared he could faintly hear an angry voice. Getting closer he could make out details. The pale, blue dress, dark hair. She was laying on the ground, barely moving. Sam felt his heart still as he watched Adam's foot connect with her skull. And then he was on him.

Slamming his body into him, Sam knocked him onto the ground. Straddling him, his fists connected with Adam's face, again and again. After what felt like an eternity, he felt hands pulling on him from behind.

"Sam. Sammy. Stop!" Dean's voice sounded from behind him. He dropped his hands to his sides, breathing heavy. Dean came around, squatting to look in his eyes.

"I've got him, Sammy. Go to her."

Sam nodded, giving on last look at Adam, who was laying on the ground, blood dripping but his eyes glaring daggers. He stood up and turned away.

"It's too late. She'll never be yours."

He heard Adam's hoarse voice speak. Followed by the sound of a fist meeting flesh and Dean's "Shut up!"

Sam made his way to where Harper was laying. Her still body surrounded by her friends. They moved to the side to make room for him. He dropped to his knees, gently pulling her into his arms, her head moved limply as he moved her body. He looked up at Castiel, fighting back tears.

"Cas. You gotta do something. Help her!"

Castiel looked down at him, regret in his eyes.

"You know I can't. Once I cut ties with Heaven, I lost everything. I'm sorry, Sam. There's nothing I can do."

"Move over, wee ones. Coming through."

The group moved aside as Rowena made her way towards Sam and Harper.

"I saw you all leaving. I figured something was going on." She produced a small vial from her pocket. "I always carry some of this wherever I go. Never know when you'll need it."

"What is it?" Sam asked, his voice shakey.

"It's a healing potion. It's not strong enough to completely heal her, but it will take her from deaths door."

Sam looked from the potion to Harper's face. She looked already dead. He nodded to Rowena. She knelt next to him and dropped a few drops of the potion into Harper's mouth.

"There. She won't die. But she's going to need to get medical help immediately."

"I already called an ambulance." Kevin spoke up from behind them.

Sam nodded, gently brushing Harper's hair from her face as he listened to the sirens get closer.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading! Sorry for the late update! I hope everyone is still enjoying this story! Please let me know what you are thinking! I love hearing from everyone!