44 Blueberry Hill, Front Porch, Wednesday Late Morning

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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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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?"

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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."

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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."

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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."

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Phoebe held onto him, doing her best to soothe him.

"I knew it."

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Sam leaned against her and buried his face in her neck. "I need to talk to him again," he said quietly. "It was him you went to see that night, wasn't it?"

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Phoebe was silent for a long time and then she nodded. "It occurred to me that you seemed to be parroting what Jack and Dean were saying on their news broadcast. I knew Dean would never mess with someone's memory or mind... so it had to be Jack." She took a deep breath. "After Briana... I made you a promise."

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Sam turned and wrapped his arms around her in a fierce hug. "And I love you for it," he whispered roughly into her ear.

Something occurred to him, and he sat upright. "Shit -- Phoebe, if he comes after you for knowing . . ."

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"I love you. I promised you I wouldn't let anyone get away with messing with you again..." She shok her head, trying to calm him down. "He... he won't. He wouldn't want to mess with both you and Cole..."

Even as she said it, she wasn't sure he'd buy that and she was hoping he didn't ask her any more questions about that night.

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There was already a plan forming in Sam's mind. "He won't," he said determinedly. He'd make sure of that.

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"Anders, don't worry. The last thing he wants to do is come after me."

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Sam wasn't taking a chance on that.

"He'd better not, if he knows what's good for him," he said heatedly. "I won't let him touch you or Cole."

Speaking of which . . .

Twitch.

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Phoebe felt the twitch.

"What's wrong?"

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"Your big brother wanted to get a kiss from Jack while he's . . . yeah," Sam muttered.

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"What?!" Phoebe's eyes were wide. "Sounds like my big brother wants his corporated ass kicked when he gets fixed! I can't lay a hand or lips on Cole but he can go kiss Jack -- using our demon's lips?"

No, she hadn't imagine what it might be like to kiss Jack, hush.

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"Not thrilled about the idea myself," Sam grumbled. "I'm going crazy here."