No, he wasn't here-- he died years ago... [archer mutters, then stops and frowns when he realises what crowley actually meant. he squeezes his eyes closed for a moment, then pours some of the rubbing alcohol onto the cleanest cloth he could find in the cabinet and finishes wiping the wound down before he starts wrapping it up. archer's far more careful than his entire... personality implies he would be when it comes to wrapping up wounds in the field and while it's not perfect, it's clearly practiced.] So, I guess they've upgraded from passive aggressive to creepy basement surgery. I suddenly don't feel so paranoid about hiding guns everywhere at my place.