Disclaimer: Grimm is owned by NBC.
A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.
A/N 2: I am using some of the Wesen baddies seen in the series but not in the same timeline as the show portrays. I hope no one minds.
Trubel was already up when Drew was getting ready to leave the next morning, as if she had been waiting for him.
"It's kind of a relief, isn't it?" she asked.
"What?"
"Knowing that you aren't crazy," she replied. "Or if you are, at least other people are too."
"Yeah," he answered, warily. He still wasn't sure he trusted Trubel's story.
"At least that's how I felt. I mean, these three men threw me in the back of a cop car and one minute I was terrified that they were going to murder or rape me or worse, and the next I realized that the dude next to me could see what Monroe was and wasn't just spouting gibberish at me," she said.
"Monroe's a..," Drew said, sounding surprised before changing his tone. "I guess that does make sense."
"Look, I've been where you were," Trubel said. "I've spent most of my life hiding out in mental institutes. An ogre killed my foster parents because of my foster dad's gambling debts. I told the cops a monster killed them and the next thing I knew I was in a juvenile rehabilitation center. They told me the shock and trauma of what I saw made me invent the monster in my head. That explained that one, but it didn't explain why my psychiatrist turned into a mouse every time she looked at me. When Nick told me that he could see them too, I felt, I don't know, validated. At first I was angry because of all the people who had lied to me through the years."
"What happened?" Drew asked.
Trubel shrugged. "I met Candy and she told me how dangerous for wesen to reveal themselves and how they are told stories of the Grimm like we are told stories of the boogeyman. I realized that the first psychiatrist lied but she still kept trying to help me, even though I was the boogeyman to her. In some misguided way, all those who lied to me, were trying to help me." She stopped for a moment. "Look, I don't have a lot of friends. Candy is probably my only real girlfriend. What you did, while you had good reason, hurt her a lot. She really loves you, so if you love her, you need to make sure you can handle this, all of this, before you decide you want back in her life, because she can't change if she even wanted to, and if you ever hurt her again, I'll kick your ass." She put on her jacket and headed to the door. "See you later."
"Hey Candy, wait up!"
Candy turned to see Dean coming up behind her. She smiled. "Hey, Dean, what's up?"
"Hey," he fell in to step with her. "What's up?"
"Finished up for today," she said. "And it's such a pretty day for this time of year; I thought I'd walk home."
"I'm done for the day too, I'll walk with you," he replied.
"Okay," Candy replied.
"Have you got your placement?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll be student teaching over a West Ridge," Candy said.
"Lucky," he replied. "I have to go out to Astoria."
"I wanted that one," she smiled.
"Really?" he said. "Maybe they'll let us trade."
"I don't think it works that way," Candy laughed.
"So," he stalled. "Are you still seeing that guy? The cop?"
"Drew? Yeah. We're still together," she answered.
"Oh." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Do you really like him?"
"I do," she smiled. "Dean, what's up? Why are you asking me all this?" She stopped in front of her door. "No further to go, time to 'fess up."
He stepped closer to her. "I want another chance, Candy. We were great together."
"Yeah, we were," Candy agreed. "But that was high school, Dean."
"So?" he demanded, stepping closer to her again. "You know I'm a million times better for you than that Kehrsheite."
"Dean, don't do this," Candy said. "Don't make us weird. I love Drew and even if I didn't, we still wouldn't happen again."
"Are you screwing him?"
"That's none of your business," she snapped.
"That's a yes," he smirked, moving closer, trapping her against the wall. "Does he know what you are?"
Candy pushed him back. "I'm not having this discussion with you. I told you, I love Drew. There is nothing you can say to change that. And as far as getting back together with you, you slept with my roommate in my bed. Did you really think I can forget that?"
He woged and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there. "You will forget about that," he snarled. "I love you. You don't belong with that little kehrsheite. We belong together, Candy. Me and you." He retracted and ground his mouth against hers as she hit him and tried to scream. The harder she shoved him, the harder he pushed her into the wall. She couldn't move. She couldn't breath. he was everywhere and she couldn't escape as he woged again.
A/N: Sorry for the short Chapter.