Hello everybody! A new story that is slightly (okay, a lot) inspired by the movie 'Sweet Home Alabama', but obviously a little bit different. So I hope you enjoy! Please review, fav, and follow!

Castiel Novak reached over with every intention of his hand finding the small of his boyfriend's back. However, all he felt were his bedsheets. He opened his deep blue eyes and was slightly blinded by the California sunshine that was coming in through his bedroom window. The space that normally was occupied by the tall blonde was empty. He could smell bacon coming from the kitchen and smiled. Castiel wrapped himself in a blanket and then walked into the kitchen. Tyson Brady (Brady as he's known to pretty much everybody), Castiel's boyfriend, was standing in front of the stove with his back to the rest of the kitchen. Castiel loved the way Brady blocked everything else out when he cooked and his light blue eyes searched the kitchen for what he needed next. His light blonde hair was still going every which way instead of being neatly combed. He walked up behind him and rested his head on Brady's back. He heard Brady suck in a breath quickly before turning his head slightly to place a kiss in Castiel's dark brown, messy hair.

"Good mornin'." Castiel's voice was extra gruff with sleep. Brady chuckled.

"There's that accent. Good morning. How'd you sleep?"

"Great. Come back to bed so I can continue." Castiel kissed along Brady's back.

"I've got French toast and bacon, though." Castiel hummed as he continued up Brady's shoulder blade and along his neck.

"Fine, but just know that the only reason I'm up at this ungodly hour on my one day off is because of you." Brady laughed this time and Castiel shook with him.

"It's almost noon." Castiel looked back at the clock on the wall. 11:53.

"Shit! Why'd you let me sleep so late?! I've got that final piece to finish before my show next month and I need time to go to the store and get some more charcoal and…" Castiel could hear his Southern draw come out towards the end the way it normally did when he was upset.

"Baby, baby, calm down. We had a late night." Brady smirked and Castiel blushed. "Plus, I already have everything on the balcony ready for you to finish." Castiel stopped and turned Brady around. He was only an inch or two taller than Castiel, so they were almost eye to eye.

"You have my canvas and charcoal set up; you're making breakfast, and let me sleep in. What's going on?" Brady looked down. "You have to work." Castiel sighed when Brady didn't answer. Brady worked as a chef at an upscale restaurant, the Plumed Horse in Saratoga, not very far from where they lived. Castiel was a full time artist and sometimes wrote art pieces for a local paper or two.

"I have to work from one until about five for a private lunch, and then I'll have to come home and get ready and then we need to get to dinner." The blonde answered shyly. Castiel froze. Dinner. With his mother. Shit. Brady's mother was a Governor that was planning on running for Senator, and she definitely wasn't using Brady and Castiel to get certain votes (If you asked her anyway). They had a dinner tonight for some charity or another that Castiel really didn't want to go to.

"Castiel, babe, it'll be fine." Brady took one of Castiel's hands and brought it to his lips. "Please?"

"Fine, but I want you to make it up to me afterwards." Castiel smiled and Brady smiled back.

"I think I can do that." The two ate breakfast and Castiel got dressed before he went out onto the balcony of their apartment to finish his last charcoal drawing for his show tomorrow night at Anno Domini in San Jose. He made some noise of acknowledgment when Brady came and gave him a kiss on the head before leaving for work. When he was sucked into a piece, it was like he was in a totally different world.

Four hours later Castiel got a call from Brady saying that he really needed to get ready. Castiel had just finished and decided he should probably take a shower. He took the quickest shower he could and then wrapped his lower half in a towel. He walked out and into his bedroom and stopped. There were roses on the bed and all over the room and Brady was standing in front of the closet door. He was wearing his black suit and smiled.

"Hi." He almost whispered. Castiel smiled back.

"Hi. What's all this?" Brady walked closer and took Castiel's hands.

"Castiel, we've been dating for almost two years now, and I was going to wait a little longer, but I just…couldn't." He dropped down to one knee and pulled a small box out of his jacket. "Castiel, will you marry me?" Brady opened the box to reveal a golden band with a small line of diamonds around it. Castiel felt a burning behind his eyes and smiled at his boyfriend.

"Of course I will! Of course I'll marry you!" Brady stood up and pulled Castiel into a long, passionate kiss.

"So how should we tell my mother? Oh the things they'll write in the paper and the magazines." Brady chuckled as they drove to the charity event. Castiel stopped staring at his ring and looked at Brady.

"Y…you want to tell your mother? Tonight? I…I don't know, I think that we should take some time and figure out how to tell everybody." Brady glanced over at him and then looked back the road, his jaw set.

"Why?"

"Well, I mean, if we tell your mom tonight it'll be all over the papers, and then that's how my parents will find out."

"Are you going to call them tonight?" Brady's voice was still tight like he was upset.

"That's more of a face to face conversation, don't you think? Especially since I haven't seen them for a few years." Castiel rested his hand on Brady's knee. Brady's jaw finally relaxed. There was a real reason why Castiel wanted to wait. His parents and very, VERY few of his friends from back home knew that he was gay, and Brady knew that.

"Fine, so when will we be going down to Mississippi?" Castiel stared straight ahead.

"Sweetheart, I think that maybe I should go by myself. I mean, the people down there still don't know, so maybe it would be easier for me to tell them by myself."

"So, when will you leave then?" Brady sighed, but Castiel knew that there would be no more arguing on the subject.

"Next week, maybe? I want people to know soon." The two pulled into the parking lot and handed the keys to the car to the valet. They walked in hand in hand and smiled, looking blindly into the flashing bulbs. A thin, older woman with long, red hair in a deep blue skirt and jacket combination walked over. Tyson's mother, Governor Abaddon Brady, walked up and gave a hug to her son and whispered something in his ear. She moved over to Castiel and gave him a hug.

"So good to see you, dear." She smiled, the only place you really saw her wrinkles. Castiel smiled back.

"Good to see you too, Governor." She slid her hands down Castiel's arms and took his hands with hers. The smile dropped from her face. The grip tightened around Castiel's left hand. He suddenly remembered. He tried to pull his hand away, but she just held on tighter.

"Tyson? Can you explain to me why Castiel is wearing a ring on this important finger?" She held it up to see the ring.

"Is there any way we can…?" Castiel began before,

"OHMYGOD! You're engaged?!" She exclaimed and the flashes of lights started even faster and closer. Brady smiled at the cameras and wrapped an arm around Castiel, pulling him closer. Castiel just wanted to get away from all of them, but Bartholomew held him in place.

"So, I guess you're heading to Mississippi tomorrow?" Brady whispered in his ear. Castiel groaned internally.