The Ranger sat on the crate, straight-backed and stubborn, as he waited for Crowley's return. His eyes itched horribly, but he ignored them, blinking rapidly to stop the itching. After a while, the itching became a burn, and he found the perfectly stiff posture he'd been holding to be pointless. Relaxing his spine, he slouched a bit on the crate and rubbed at his eyes.<br/><br/>"Hrmph... thinks I can't stay awake for a bloody clean up..." he muttered to himself.<br/><br/>It felt so good to rub his dry and itchy eyes, though... so he did it again. With a sigh, he relaxed slightly, his posture slouching slightly further. When he lowered his hand back to his lap, it took him a moment to realize he hadn't opened his eyes again. Dragging them open with a massive effort, he blinked heavily, looking for something to focus on.<br/><br/>He found something mildly interesting, and began peering at it with his most impressive glare. He kept that up for a remarkable thirty seconds, before his eyes had finally rolled back, and his head bobbed until it hit his chest. By the time Crowley returned only five minutes later, the ranger was wobbling where he sat, threatening to topple off the crate.<br/><br/>The burly man laughed, reaching out to grab the Ranger's shoulder, and shake it gently. He didn't wake at first, merely flopping limply as his Crowly shook him. Finally, he grunted and glared at Crowley.<br/><br/>"What? I wasn't sle-..." he yawned, "...sleeping."<br/><br/>"Right, boss. Right." Crowley laughed, "Go home and get some sleep. I don't want to see your ugly mug till tomorrow morning."<br/><br/>Crowley dragged him to his feet, pushed him in the direction of home, then he and the other men headed in the opposite direction. When they arrived, Crowley grinned upon finding the exhausted boy.<br/><br/>"Do I need to beat you around a bit, like I did Jorman, or will you just do as I tell you? You need sleep, sir. You guys did the hard part. Let us take over with the heavy lifting."