Pizza
"And why should I even consider giving you my ring?" Death asks coolly. Dean swallows, his throat dry. Really, who can blame him for being nervous? He's sitting across from Death - the horseman - in an abandoned pizzeria during the biggest storm of the century.
"Because I asked for it." Both hunter and horseman turn to see Harry reaching for a slice of pizza over Death's shoulder. Death smacks his hand away.
"Who in the universe do you think you are, boy?"
"Oh, right, we haven't actually met face-to-face. Hello, I'm Harry Potter." Harry gives Death a winning smile and Dean wonders what effect Harry's name is supposed to have over a being older than most of the universe.
He doesn't expect Death to stand suddenly, his dark eyes widening. Dean winces at the screech Death's chair makes as it scrapes roughly against the hard linoleum floor.
"You!" Death points accusingly at Harry, who blinks innocently back at him.
"Don't tell me he pranked you, too," Dean groans, remembering the Stink Pellets he's still finding scattered all over the bottom of his duffel bag.
"Worse." Death looks like he's swallowed something sour.
"I'm his master," Harry informs Dean cheerfully and the older Winchester stares back at him, bewildered.
"His what?! How the hell did you manage that?!"
Harry simply shrugs. "Has to do with the whole Horcrux-Hallow story."
Dean still hasn't gotten all the details on Harry's year on the run, so he simply accepts Harry's excuse.
"Blasted Peverell descendant. Snapping my lovely Elder Wand, dropping my Resurrection Stone, and now this," Death grumbles as he tugs off his ring and gives it to Harry. Harry tucks it into his pocket, grinning widely.
"Much appreciated."
"Can I at least have my Cloak back?" Death asks plaintively.
Harry looks so scandalized at the very thought that Death drops the issue.
Because you know this was a mandatory drabble to do. I will definitely write a Harry-meets-Crowley one soon, because it must be done.
Hope you're enjoying the fic so far!