Crowley hasn't been the serpent in a long time. He often thought if he turned into the serpent, he would forget what it was like to turn back into a person. But right now, all he can think about is escape. If he's useless as a man, he's definitely useless as a serpent. He's not even venomous, he's just long and thin and bigger than an average snake.

He makes a beeline for the clothes, thinking he can bury himself underneath them, maybe dig a hole into the earth and go down where she can't find him. But her hand connects with his middle and he wriggles helplessly in her grasp.