Reprimanded

Remain Professional

Sam's eyes fluttered back to Y/N frequently as he tried to keep his cool as he went over the syllabus. Sweat began to gather at his lower back and pits, soaking into his dress shirt. In that moment, he was glad he had worn a suit jacket today.

He glanced at the clock, noticing his syllabus talk had run longer than his other classes. Because of her. He rambled for what seemed like ages before he finally said, "Okay guys. I'm done for the day. Next class we'll start notes." He walked around the podium and gathered extra syllabus' to put in his briefcase, "Have a great day."

Students filtered out of the lecture hall as he gathered his things, but one.

She sauntered up towards the podium, her blouse unbuttoned slightly and her skirt too far up her thighs for a professional meeting. Her Y/E/C were shining with mischief as she purred, "Hey Sam."

Sam looked up towards Y/N and shook his head, "It's Dr. Winchester now." He grabbed the handle of his briefcase and sighed, "Last night was a mistake. I didn't know you were a student."

She pouted slightly, exaggerating her plump and glossed lips, "Oh c'mon Sam, we had a lot of fun last night. I don't see why me being your student has to stop this."

He scoffed, "Our relationship needs to remain professional from here on out. I could lose my job if this continued and we got caught." He began to walk away from her before stopping halfway up the lecture hall aisle, "Please, Y/N. Respect me, respect this."

He turned back around, walking out of the lecture hall and missing the roll of Y/N's eyes. He wiped at his sweat drenched forehead as he walked out of the building towards his car. As he slid into his driver's seat and started the ignition, he shook his head at the last 24 hours of his life.

He hadn't been teaching 12 hours before already, unknowingly, getting himself into a scandal.

As he drove the short ride home, he thought about what to do next. He couldn't kick Y/N out of his class without a valid reason and he knew that she'd do everything to not get kicked out. He just had to maintain distance from her. He had to keep things professional.

He was a professor. She was a student.

He pulled into his driveway and shut off his car with a final sigh. He just didn't know he was going to make sure Y/N kept her distance.

He knew that she wouldn't.

Sam showered, made dinner, and drank a beer as he watched tv for the rest of the night, trying to calm his nerves from the day before heading to bed.

As he crawled in between cotton sheets, he glanced at his alarm clock making sure the small red alarm clock symbol showed above the current time on the black screen. He wanted to have a head start in the morning, heading in early to prepare for his classes and keep Y/N off his mind. He settled into bed and pulled his sheets up his chest before drifting to sleep.

Loud, shrill beeping jolted him awake. He groaned inwardly as he began to wake up, regretting his decision to get up and go in early, but he knew it was for the best. He rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.

He headed towards the shower, hoping a long and hot one would wake him up from his current half-awake state. His tired daze kept his mind from wandering as he showered, got out and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked back out into his bedroom and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. 5:19 am.

Sam sighed to himself, hurrying towards his closet to grab a suit and dress shirt. After some time deciding, he settled on a black suit and white dress shirt. Keeping it clean, simple, and most of all, professional.