44 Blueberry Hill, Front Porch, Wednesday Late Morning

[beenthroughthat]

He'd slept restlessly all night -- dreams of sharp-toothed, fanged demon-like creatures combined with the ever-growing, infuriatingly nagging sensation that he was forgetting something important had plagued Sam's subconscious, and he was sure he'd been tossing and muttering in his sleep. Add into the mix certain physical frustrations and general

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[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe heard him yell and came out from the library where she had been doing research to separate Cole and Aziraphale.

"Anders? What's wrong?"

[beenthroughthat]

Sam had a hand tangled up in his hair, and the cigarette in his hand had a good inch's worth of ash about to fall off the end.

"I remember now," he said numbly. "All that stuff you told me I'd forgotten."

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe put down her book and reached to take the cigarette out of his hand. Keeping one arm around him, she lit him a fresh cigarette and handed it to him.

"Talk to me."

[beenthroughthat]

Sam accepted the cigarette and took a long drag, then leaned into Phoebe's embrace, his shoulders tense and shaking with anger. "It all happened the way I told you it did originally," he said. "I called him on it . . . he offered me a drink . . . next thing I knew it was evening and I didn't remember the truth."