The angel inhales the healing fumes of heated herbs and oils composing the bath crystal and feels tension bleeding from his frame, chased away with a healing warm and coolness filtering through his lungs. he smiles up to Jo, tipping his head back over the edge of the tub to look at her, upside down.

"Not for me alone. All of us would benefit, I'd hope." It just seems like a waste to put so much effort into constructing modern plumbing and whatever goes into bath crystals just for one angel who'll likely be dead soon anyway. But the health benefits, physical and mental, could be useful to all of their house, considering the current and regular stress they're under.

Jo isn't excluded from said stress, most of all lately, when she'd gone from looking after Dean to looking after Cas and Sam both. Cas pulls his legs in, pushing into a corner and making space for her under the medicinal layer of colorful foam.

"There's room, if you like."