Dean knew she was right. This wasn't his first stakeout, or a wait to find out if his family was going to be ok. He knew he needed to eat, because he needed the nourishment to keep going and be strong for Sam. Going back to the table, Dean sat at the table and began to eat. It wasn't how he normally ate, full of almost childish glee and raving about the food that he liked. Instead he ate almost mechanically, going through the chicken first and then the sides and finally a single serving of the pie. When he was finished, Dean stared at the TV again for a minute, and bit back the urge to go back into the next room just to make sure that Sammy was breathing and still there. Heather would come in if Sam disappeared, and tell them what was going on, and to be honest Dean didn't know if he could stand to see Sam babbling anymore.
"God." He groaned, lowering his head into his hands. "I don't want to wait two days to see IF this works."