Crowley was relieved to have his wing set free, but it didn't last long.

He screamed and curled into a tight ball. Crowley made a sound between a growl and a groan, his dark hair was disheveled and falling into his eyes. The demon looked tired, depressed and mutilated. And he was. He had never before felt pain like this before. It was like every muscle in his was body had knife in it and some one was shaking him.

No, he was definitely not moving anytime soon.