[ as instructed, cas sinks down a little further, lets it get over his shoulders, and the warmth seeps into the tension in his arms and neck. funny, these things he usually electively ignores in his vessel, but there's something to be sad for a relief of physical ailments.

unbidden, a sigh slips from him, chest deflating and eyes lightly closing. never let it be said that cas isn't great at following instructions to a T. his limbs turn into noodles, weightless and drifting side to side with the water. ]

I'm beginning to see the appeal.

[ it's spoken half through bubbles as he slips into a slump in his seat, speaking to jo with heavily lidded eyes that don't track her next to him. ]

It's unfortunately Hunters don't regularly have access to such means of relaxation, considering the higher risk for muscle injury and tension.