Theresa Miller, Doctor of Psychiatry, had an office located off the main street, in a building that also housed offices for a local insurance company and a real estate agency. It was a small office, with only the doctor's work office, examination room, a reception desk, and a play area for children.

The four Winchesters stook outside the glass door, looking inside. "This should be simple," Dean said sarcastically. "All we gotta do is get the watchdog away from her desk, lure Dr. Joyce Brothers out of her office, get the files, and get out before anyone gets back. Simple enough."

D chewed on her lip. "Yeah, it could be. I got an idea."

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Dean and D both walked up to the reception desk. "Excuse me," Dean told the receptionist, a lanky girl with short, dark hair and square glasses. "We're here to see Dr. Miller. We have an appointment."

"Marriage counseling," D said.

Dean frowned at her. "Do you have to tell everyone everything?"

D looked frustrated. "It's just the receptionist."

"So?"

"Excuse me," the girl said. "You have an appointment today?"

"Yes," Dean snapped.

"Dr. Miller has left for today," the girl said. "She'll be back tomorrow morning. I'm just finishing up some filing before I leave."

D raised her eyebrows. "Really?" She looked out the window at Sam and Samantha and nodded discreetly to them. The two of them entered and stood por the door.

D looked smug. "I told you our appointment wasn't today. You should've written it on the calendar."

"I did," Dean said, "like you told me."

"Well, brainy, apparently you got the encontro, data screwed up!"

The receptionist suggested quietly, "Perhaps I could check the database. I might have made a mistake in making your appointment."

"Thank you," Dean said, smiling.

The girl had to face away from the doctor's office door to see teh computer screen. Sam and Samantha hurried to the office door. Sam picked the lock quietly, and he and Samantha slipped inside, closing the door silently behind them.

The office was dark. Sam took out his flashlight and shined it around at the office. He found the file cabinet in the corner.

"I got it," Samantha said, getting her lockpick out of her jaqueta pocket. Sam aimed his flashlight at the cabinet, and Samantha picked the lock on the drawer labelled "O-Z."

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The receptionist raised her eyebrows. "I did schedule someone for today. Mark and Abigail Maness. Is that you?"

Dean's and D's eyes were the size of saucers. "Yes," Dean said, smiling again.

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Samantha opened the drawer and found the W section. "Walker, Emily" was right in front. She handed the file to Sam, and he tucked it inside his jacket. He opened the door just a crack and looked out at Dean and D.

Dean saw him and nodded quickly. "Hey, could you reschedule that?" he asked the receptionist. "Say, one week from now?"

"Certainly," the lady replied, typing on the keyboard.

Sam and Samantha sneaked out of the office and behind Dean and D. They stook behind them, waiting.

"All set," the receptionist said. She handed Dean a card with the time and encontro, data of the appointment. "Here you are, sir."

Dean nodded. "Thank you."

D growled, "Make sure you don't lose it."

Dean scowled at her and pocketed the card. "I won't, okay?"

"Can I help you?" the lady asked Sam.

"Ah,no," Sam said, smiling. "He's our brother."

"We just came along to make sure the happy couple doesn't kill each other," Samantha added.

"Good luck," the receptionist said as they left.