To long ago. "Yeah it's not as fun wearing it if someone else doesn't put it there." It would definitely be something they would have to do again, soon. A little devilish grin wiggled it's way home. Or she could be evil and pull a few pranks, warning Marian of course so she wouldn't trip them. Maybe a little harmless fun would pull him out of his slump.
"Oh yeah. I feel like a rag doll after he's done. It's especially nice after I've spent a week lifting heavy stuff. Or stuck in one position for to long." It was either Cas or Damien, and while Damien had been trying to get on people's good sides lately, he was still the son of Satan, and she'd only trust him with so much.
Folding her legs so that each foot rested on the top of the bend in her knee, she placed her palms on her knees. "Sit like this. But it's not like you're doing nothing. You switch your mind off. You breathe deep, suck in a breath, hold it for the count of three before letting it out. It's supposed to uncloud your thought flow."