Lois shoved the notebook right back at Dean. She was torn between being glad that he'd used her information to help people and frustrated that he'd stolen from her to do it, not to mention that it was pretty clear that he'd done away with the notebook by now. If he'd asked, she would have volunteered the information on her own.
While she valued her job, helping people was still the most important thing. If she got her story but someone died as a result, that wasn't okay. She and Dean just didn't see eye to eye on whether or not putting the truth out there could help people.
"Did you ever think that maybe people deserved to know what was out there? Maybe they need to know how to defend themselves? And maybe they'd feel better knowing that someone was out there fighting for them?"
She sighed and glanced at Jeannie, who had apparently met Dean once before and was familiar with his klepto impulses.
Then she glanced at the flower shop and then back to Dean.
"You know what? Just get back to buying flowers for your girlfriend. I'm glad you stopped those things, but if you had just asked I would have gladly given you the information you needed."
She gave Jeannie a small smile. After all, none of this was her fault.