Dean didn't say anything as she wolfed down the pizza. He liked seeing her eat; it was definitely a good thing. It was strange that she didn't say much as she ate, but then he hadn't had pizza with all that many superhero chicks. He just sat there, enjoyed his pizza and beer at a leisurely pace.
"No, everything's not okay. I know I'm not supposed to say this, but you look like you've been burning your candle at both ends, Legs." Oh, he'd still call her Fishnets, but Legs was shorter. He took a few bites of pizza and waited for her to either hit him or attack. "You look like you've got a lot of shit on your mind."
Maybe what Dean needed was a little different. Maybe the way to save some people was to let them save or help others. Dean was a helper, a knight, and he needed to give aid to those who needed it. He'd never admit to being a hero, but that was what he was.