It's veritable torture just waiting, trying to brace herself for his inevitable weight. She can feel the sand shifting below and around her, collapsing, sliding into the hole and threatening to fill it up with Crowley still trapped inside.

"C'mon..." The word is muttered as she can feel some tugging at the belt. Please just- yes. As soon as Crowley calls out, Donna's heels dig into the sand and she hauls, putting her thighs into it, more than her back. "You are way too heavy for a bloody bean pole!"