drabble three - here it gets crossovery. Supernatural's Crowley arguing with our heroine.
"Crowley. Give me my soul back."
The hunters had drawn up a devil's trap for her, she'd tricked Crowley across the line. Apparently, this had happened before.
Crowley smiled, pacing the length of his small circle. "Let me think. Hmm."
"You can't jus' take my soul!"
"But you sold it to me, dear."
For a momentary silence they both engaged in a staring contest so powerful as to be entirely evenly matched. Donna narrowed her eyes with a glare so intense that it would melt Nazis like the Ark of the Covenant. Coolly, Crowley smiled back, refusing to give up her soul.
"You've got ten years, darling. What more could you ask for?"
