After the great but unsettling green light from the hospital, Dean wanted to talk to the Le Grange family alone. So she went to the pool with Sam, to find out about the man who'd dropped dead from a heart attack when Dean was healed. The event was too coincidental, she wanted to side with Sam because she knew miracles existed, but she just couldn't. There was just something off and wanting it to be God just didn't make it true.
Back at the hotel, Sam was in a less than pleasant mood with the new information that Marshall Hall had died at the same time Dean was healed.
"So it wasn't a one hundred percent pure thing…I mean, it was still a miracle." She tried to reassure him as he researched on his laptop.
"I know, but there's something behind it. You don't think that cheapens it a little?"
"Does it matter?" Off his look she clarified. "It matters in a sense that someone is playing God and that's not ok, but the whole cheapening it thing…no. He saved Dean's life, he healed him. He didn't have to pick Dean."
Sam grimaced and shrugged a little. "I guess."
She tried to think of something comforting but Dean walked in, wearing the same expression as Sam. These incidents were more emotional than the ones she was used to. When Sam explained the situation, his brother didn't take it lightly.
"You never should have brought me here."
"Dean I was just trying to save your life." Of course I'd mess it up.
"And now some guy is dead because of me!"
Dean was hurt, he was angry. He saved innocent lives, he never took them. Not for anything. The idea that someone was practically traded in for him was sickening. Someone that didn't even know him took his place. Where was the miracle in that?
"I didn't know."