Jesse thought they were all better off if the bar stayed like the City had put it and they just dealt with it best they could. He could see a lot of trouble brewing if he tried to stick his nose in it, and it was such a silly thing for people to get issues from.
"Hurt?" He was confused for a moment. "Oh. Like them angels that come from yer world. Like Castiel. Nah, it's gonna be fuckin weird, and ya prolly won't know what to say 'bout it, but it won't hurt nothin. 'Less you faint and hit yer head. But if you do, I'll heal it, cause it'll be my fault."