Margareta shook her head vehemently, full life, here. No.
"This place isn't meant for me. This place is wrong. Besides I was already dead at home. I was already lost and I have not found anything to tie me here. This is hers, you, both of you are hers and I want no part of her, of anything like that"
A demon. She still didn't understand it, but maybe by letting the illness take her, she could find some peace. And Sam, he was lying now, he'd been honest with her a moment ago, she thought he had anyway. But he was not fine, not at all.
"Is it not for me to decide my own fate, Thats what you've been telling me Castiel. Is it not so?"