Mh. [ is the distant, lazy agreement of appreciation for the ever warm spring. steam soaks into his cheeks, castiel's skin flushed and feeling delightfully at ease. ] Somehow, I imagine this greatly surpasses the economy sized, grime stained bath tubs in the Motel 6.

[ he imagines they'd fair much better with customer satisfaction if their baths were anything like this. perhaps that should be submitted on their customer comment cards. if cas remembers how to think again after this wonderful, foggy, mushy-brained feeling, maybe he'll do something about that. ]

I enjoy the size. It accommodates the need to stretch out. Not so tightly confined. [ as he mentions it, cas stretches out his limbs, pushing his feet out far and arching his spine as his arms do the same. unconsciously, he bumps one of Jo's hands with his, but isn't alarmed by it, just allows the brush mindlessly and lets his arms fall limp again at his sides. he settles back against the rocky wall behind them, as if it's the only thing holding him up at this point. ]