You have to earn it first.

Crowley & bobby (cobby)

No one could believe Bobby sold his soul, to Crowley. Hell not even bobby could believe it.

"So who do I get my soul back" Bobby said adjusting his trucker hat.

"I told you, when I can safely walk away" he enquired stirring his glass of scotch.

"But I could sweeten the pot for you"

"And how could you do that" the crippled man questioned.

"By giving back your legs" he gestured by patting his leg a little too high for Bobby's liking.

His eyes widened slightly "and why would you do that"

"Oh, it's not for free." He sipped his alcoholic beverage savouring its taste relishing in the slight burn as it trickled down his throat "you have to earn it".

Bobby was silent for a few seconds "how would I earn it".

"I am a man I have needs" the demon moved his hand up Bobby's legs, due to Crowley's demonic powers Bobby could feel what Crowley was doing he was slightly ashamed to say he enjoyed it.

"And if I do this you'll give back my soul and my ability to walk"

"Yes"

Before Bobby could ask another idiotic question Crowley smashed his lips against Bobby's, his beard scratching the demons chin reviling in the intense kiss Bobby wound his hand in Crowley's short black tresses.

Crowley probed Bobby's bottom lip asking for access which he quickly granted; the disabled man had to suppress a moan as a shiver ran up his spine. He didn't know when but Crowley managed to take off his grease stained jeans a feat in its own right considering he was in a wheel chair.

After removing his shirt (bu not his trucker cap XD) he then started removing his own shirt discarding it across the already messy room.

"Sit on the bed" Crowley demanded in a sultry tone.

"No"

"And why is that"

"Because I'm in a wheel chair for a reason, idjit" he mumbled the last part.

"I said stand and sit on the bed" he again demanded his tone rising a few decibels

"Fine" just to prove a point he told his muscles to stand he almost yelled for joy when he raised himself out of his chair "how…"

But Crowley cut him off "I can take it away as fast as I gave it. But the author thought it would be better"

"Author?" Bobby asked his eyebrow rising slightly rising.

Crowley than began to mumble about the gruesome torture that he would endure for letting it slip, his rant abruptly stopped as he appeared to be listening to someone (or something) "yes… I understand… sorry master"

"my master, has told me that for letting that last part slip we can't go past PG 13 without fulfilling her conditions" (an: lies :D)

"Her? ... how old is she"

"Yes... And she's 14" he mumbled his master's age

"Wait what 14 and your scared of her" he said his shock visible

"Her idea of torture makes hell look like a fun day at the park"

Bobby paled slightly at what she could do with the right tools, he shuddered supressing the mental images that came to mind.

"And what are the conditions" he asked slightly afraid.

"Well you have to dress up as a French maid and all I have to do is use what she gave me"

"What!" he hollered "wait...? What did she give you?"

Crowley blushed slightly averting his gaze "you'll find out… later"

(Ten minutes later)

"Why do I have to wear this god damn dress" he said trying to pull down the extremely short dress; trying and failing.

(AN: suppressing squeals of delight)

Bobby soon noticed the hungry look in Crowley's eyes they flickered black for a millisecond before reverting to normal.

"Where were we" he calming stalked across the room towards Bobby (an: oh and he's still wearing the trucker hat) ; like a hungry lion stalking his prey.

(Hey, if you wanna know what happens next stay tuned :)) reviews of all kinds welcome im open for suggestions or criticism good or bad. Im also thinking of adding Destiel and or Sabriel or writing other fan fictions about them)