(Not requested but written during a depressive episode at 12:06am and finished at 10:00pm.)

⚠️Warning: Cussing, alcohol, and a slight sexual joke.

It's G, so this shouldn't come as a surprise.

Before the chapter, I'd like to explain in a very simple manner what a nephilim is to those of you who aren't supernatural fans. A nephilim, in the most basic of explanations, is the child of an angel and human. This is the iteration we will be using, instead of the biblical beings, who are giants.

Emotions have never been Sans', nor Gaster's, strong point, so that was only amplified when they became G. Even though he is his own person, he still carries the likeness and fragmented memories of his former selves. This leaves him to show very little emotion outside of anger or flirtatious, especially with alcohol involved.

Slinking his way into a little, countryside bar, G finds something he never thought he'd see. The bar was filled with monsters and humans laughing with one another as if they had known each other forever. The site was bittersweet to him.

'How could these monsters blindly trust these humans? Don't they know they'll only stab their backs when they are through with them?' G thinks to himself.

Suddenly, a short, young lady walks into the bar, accidentally hitting G with a giant wing. Her face becomes full of shock and worry as she quickly turns around. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that." G could only roll his eye light as he walked over to a bar stool, waiting for the bartender to notice him.

The girl quickly followed him and tapped his shoulder, earning a sharp glare from the skeleton. "I-I... Let me pay for your drink," she says, waving over the bartender. G shrugged, still not speaking to the terrified girl. He could tell she was a nervous nelly. (this is a Southern American thing to say. It basically means you're nervous constantly.)

"What'll it be?" The bartender asked, his scaly fingers gently holding the cup. "I'll have a beer. Third one on the left." G answers, pointing beside the dragon-like bartender. The reptilian fellow nodded, looking over to the young lady beside G. "And you ma'am?"

She freezes for a moment, looking at the options and shakes her head vigorously. "I'm alright for the moment. I'm still waiting for someone to arrive." The server nods, beginning to fix G his drink.

Soon enough, G got tired of feeling this girl's eyes on him. "Either spit out what you wanna say, or get lost. You paid for the drink, so why are you still here?" The young lady swallowed nervously, her eyes averting to the floor. This only ticked G off more. "You didn't have a problem staring at me before, so why can't you do it now? Too scared to look a skeleton in the eyes?"

"I-I'm sorry- I really am. It's just... I've never seen someone like you before. Sorry if that's weird. You're just, the first skeleton monster I've met. Guess I ruined that introduction," she says, barely able to make eye contact with G. He only rolls his eyes and takes a long sip of his drink. "Yes you did. Don't worry, you and I won't be seeing each other again for it to really matter."

Just like that, G teleports away.

"He just took one of our glasses!"

~Three month time skip brought to you by my returning emo music phase~

G wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't see her again, or so he had wished. As he was once again entering that very same bar, he notices the same young lady chatting quietly with the bartender.

"Here," G says, interrupting the friendly conversation. "Forgot to return this a while back," he says, handing the empty and spotless glass to the man in front of him.

"Took ya long enough," the man grumbled under his breathe. The angel like girl then turned to look at the skeleton, eyes wide with shock for only a moment. "Thought we'd never see each other again." G once again rolls his eye light and begins to walk away to a further barstool, but finds a hand on his shoulder stopping him.

"Rude. I was just poking fun." She says, patting the seat beside her. "Sit down, I don't bite." "I don't care if you do or don't, doll. I came to return a glass and drink, not chit chat with a bird brained child."

The girl laughed, surprising G. "You don't even know my name and you're already calling me a nickname and an insult. What's next, you call me baka and tell me you're in love?" G chuckles, finding her sudden confidence interesting.

"No, but whatever a baka is, I think it fits you." The young lady laughs and shakes her head. "What's your name anyways, Mr.Dark and Brooding? Or is that confidential?"

G sits down as he begins to respond. "The name is G. And what's your's, Angel?" Putting her finger up, the young lady slightly interrupts G. "Not angel. I'm a nephilim. I'm only half angel." G nods, looking a little confused, but allows the girl to continue. "My name is (Y/n). A nephilim is just a human angel hybrid, though apparently I'm seen as a monstrosity in the eyes of angels and a weapon in the eyes of humans. Either way, I'm a walking disaster waiting to happen."

"Does that come with the bloodline, or is that just a personality trait?" G says, sipping the beer he had gotten during the conversation. "Honestly, I think it's both. Can't please anyone when one wants you dead and the other wants to use you til you're dead. It's like being stuck between a chasm and hungry lions; one will kill you almost instantly while the other will last for as long as they wish to feast on you."

"Damn, and I thought that being a fusion with little to no memories and a smoking and alcohol addiction was bad. Guess the grass on the other side isn't as green as I thought it was." The girl only shrugs as her wings gently flutter behind her, catching G's attention.

"They're gorgeous," he says with awe evident in his golden orb. "What are?" She asks, slightly surprised by his sudden comment. G looks over at her in confusion. "Your wings, of course. What else would I be talking about?" G deadpans.

"You can see them?" (Y/n)'s face full of shock as she asked the question, only further confusing the poor skeleton. "Yes I can see them, who the hell can't?! They're ginormous. Whoever can't see them is blind!"

"I- G. If you are being one hundred percent serious with me, then I have some strange news for you. You're my soulmate. Only an angel/nephilim's soulmate can see their wings." She says, nervously playing with her fingers as she awaits G's reaction.

They just met one another again after a terrible first meeting a while ago, and now she's telling him they're soulmates? Either she fell in love fast and hard, she's insane, or she's dead serious.

G fell silent, having no clue how to respond to this new information. How was he supposed to feel? He barely knows her and now they're soulmates? "I know I sound insane. Trust me, I'm just as shocked as you. Do you think I came to this bar expecting to find my soulmate?"

(All my fellow SPN fans are so used to this idea, they probably saw it coming. For that, you deserve a piece of candy I stole from Gabriel.)

He shook his head, but still kept the skeptical look on his face. "I'm saying this, but I'm not expecting you to suddenly fall in love with me, take me to your house, and show me a good time. I'm just saying what it means. You can believe me or call me crazy, but I wanted to make sure you knew." She says, rambling in a nervous and jumbled up mess.

"You sound absolutely crazy." G says, looking (Y/n) in the eyes, making the girl shrink into herself even more. "But I have the feeling your telling me the truth. I don't think you'd lie about something like this, call it a gut feeling."

"But you don't have one of those, so where is the feeling coming from?" The joke catches G off-guard, making him laugh louder than he expected. "Well, what I was meaning was this important of a topic doesn't seem to be one you take lightly. Your reaction said that loud and clear."

She nods, continuing to listen as the skeleton took a quick chug of his beer. "I'm not saying I accept the idea, but I'll give you a chance. Just don't go being too mushy-gushy on me, angel."

"Nephilim, G. Nephilim."

"Whatever, your still a heavenly sight for sinful eyes."

"I swear to Grandpa, I will smite you if you say something like that again."

(No real romance because I don't see G being an actual romantic, but he definitely likes to flirt and mess around with people. Maybe I'll make a fluffier pt2 to this in the future. As of right now, I'm writing whatever I want whenever. The requests I still have are nice, but my writer's block is killin' me. I hope you all understand! Hope you enjoyed!)