"Uncle Mathias, why isn't Papa here?" asked Peter as he got tucked into bed by his uncle.

"You know why Peter," Mathias chuckled lightly. "He had to go to work."

"But he's always working," the 10-year-old protested with a pout.

"I know, but he'll be back soon."

"He looks tired," Peter said with a yawn. Mathias hummed in agreement and pushed the boy's bangs out of the way as he pressed a small kiss to his nephew's forehead. "I wish I could help…"

"Well," the uncle started. "Maybe you can."

"How?" The boy asked with wide eyes.

"Well, if you prayed really hard and helped your dad without being asked, then that would help him a lot. Now go to sleep." Mathias headed out the room and turned off the light

The room plunged into darkness with the exception of the night light near the bed. Peter missed his Papa. He had to go to work a lot and Peter rarely gets to see him anymore. Instead, he always sees his uncle (who wasn't that bad, but was usually busy) or some annoying babysitter. Peter really wanted to help his Papa. He remembered what Mathias had said and wondered if it could really work.

Peter jumped out of bed and kneeled by the side. He put his palms together and interlaced his fingers.

"Dear God and the angels in heaven, please help my papa. He works really hard but I think he's sad. When he comes home he goes to sleep because he's tired. I miss playing with him and the babysitters are boring and mean. So, um… please give my papa less work and I'll try to help too but I'm little. I can't do grownup things like make dinners or wash dishes, but I'll do my chores, promise. Thank you. Amen."

Lukas stretched his limbs and looked up from his sentry over Earth. Humans make him tired with their constant running around and time. He looked around at his fellow angels and decided that he needed a break. He stretched his blue-tinged white wings and took off into the sky. Feeling the wind and the sun on his face, he flew for a few long moments before spotting his friend.

He landed silently behind the blond boy.

"Tino." Tino jumped and spun around to face Lukas with a hand over his heart.

"Oh Lukas!" he breathed with a slight laugh. "You scared me!" Lukas took in his friend's appearance. Tino's hair was ruffled, probably by the wind, and feathers were out of place in multiple spots on his wings. The silly angel always had an unkempt appearance.

"It's been awhile, how are you Tino?" Lukas asked motioning for the angel to walk with him. Tino jogged to catch up and walked next to him.

"Fine, fine," he answered with a nervous laugh. The answer was much shorter than what the usually talkative angel liked to give. Lukas raised an eyebrow at Tino.

"Really? And have you received any assignments recently?" Angels receive assignments from God. These assignments are usually watching over someone, answering prayers, and performing small miracles. Only a few, certain angels are specialized and they usually only receive those certain tasks they specialize in. For example, Francis usually receives assignments that deal with relationships, specifically making sure that two people get together romantically, while Lukas has the assignments that deal with death and bringing the souls to heaven.

"Um, yeah," Tino answered not making eye-contact.

"Well…? How'd it go?"

"Good? Yeah, it went well!"

"Did it?"

"Not exactly," the poor angel confessed unable to lie to his friend. Unable to lie in general. Lukas stopped Tino and faced him.

"What happened this time?" Lukas asked quietly.

"Oh Lukas," Tino sighed sadly. "I did it again. I ruined another assignment. I was- I was supposed to protect a man who was traveling overseas by plane. It was for his wife!"

"What? Did it crash?" By now the tears were streaming down the angel's face.

"No, but- but he tripped a-and fell down some stairs in the airport. He- he broke his foot and his arm in two places! I'm the worst protector in the world!" Tino wailed and latched onto Lukas. Lukas rolled his eyes and patted his friend's back awkwardly in an effort to comfort his friend.

"Geez, Tino. This is the second one this month."

"I know!" he hiccupped in Lukas's tunic and started to cry harder. Lukas flinched. He was really bad at comforting people.

"Well, at least it wasn't as bad as last time," he offered trying to be helpful (but failing). That only made Tino cry harder. Last time was actually really bad. Tino just got over it. Maybe it was still too early to bring it up. Lukas had to repress a shudder at that memory. All Tino had to do was to help a lost hiker in the woods. What ended up happening though was absolutely horrible, and Lukas was the one who had to go clean up that mess. Imagine trying to escort a soul to heaven while explaining the reason for your death was your own guardian angel. It didn't go over very well.

Finally Lukas had had enough of his friend's never-ending tears and he pushed Tino away. He pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the tears on the angel's face. Once Tino's face was mainly tear-free (with the exception of the new ones that threatened to spill over), Lukas pinched his round cheeks and pushed them up so that it looked like Tino was trying to smile (it actually looked a bit horrifying with Tino's red, puffy eyes, but there was no way Lukas was going to tell him that).

"There we go," Lukas said. "That looks more like the Tino I know."

"Oh, Lukas. What should I do?" Tino sat down on a nearby bench and Lukas sat next to him.

"Do what you've been doing. I bet there's someone out there who could really use your skills. Perhaps you are the very angel they've been waiting for."

"What? You mean someone actually needs help falling down some stairs? Who would even pray for that?"

"No one, but that's not what I meant. What I mean is that you're a special angel and one day, I'm sure, you will help someone in such a great way that only you could ever do."

"You really think so?" he asked looking at Lukas with big purple eyes. If there were ever two angels who Lukas could never lie to, it was Tino and Emil.

"I do," Lukas said in all seriousness. Tino gave a small smile and wiped away his tears before hugging the stoic angel.

"Oh thank you Lukas! I don't know what I'd ever do without you!"

"Er, yeah… no problem…"

"Ve~ I wanna hug too!" Lukas quickly let go of Tino and glared at Feliciano who wasn't bothered by Lukas's stare.

"Feliciano," Lukas said. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you have an assignment for Lukas?" Tino piped up. Feliciano was one of the two messenger angels in heaven. He and his twin, Lovino, deliver assignments from God to the angels that are receiving them. Both Feli and Lovi are very fast flyers but they're kind of lazy too, so don't ask a favor of them. They probably won't get it done unless you write it on their forehead. Even then, they'd probably still forget. Lukas was just glad that they're receiving an assignment from Feliciano and not Lovino. Lukas really didn't want to deal with him right now.

Feliciano glanced down at the card in his hand and chirped, "Nope~! It's for you Tino!"

"W-what!" Tino said nearly hyperventilating. "B-but I can't! There must be some mistake!"

"Ve~! I thought that too because of that bear incident with the hiker but nope! It's yours!" Lukas flinched when Feliciano brought up that and Tino nearly burst into tears again.

Feliciano pushed the card into Tino's hand and flew away with a "Good luck Tino~!"

Tino and Lukas looked at the card.

Subject: Peter Oxenstierna

Age: 10

Date of Birth: September 2, 2003

Residence: 3123 W Union St., Monroe, Washington, USA

Family: Berwald Oxenstierna (father), Mathias Køhler (uncle)

Dreams: to be just like his father or a fisherman

Fears: fire, loneliness, Lilli's older brother

Assignment:

"Dear God and the angels in heaven, please help my papa. He works really hard but I think he's sad. When he comes home he goes to sleep because he's tired. I miss playing with him and the babysitters are boring and mean. So, um… please give my papa less work and I'll try to help too but I'm little. I can't do grownup things like make dinners or wash dishes, but I'll do my chores, promise. Thank you. Amen."

Angel Assigned: Tino

"Oh no," Tino said pushing the card into Lukas's hands. "There's some mistake! There's no way I'm going to do this assignment! I can't! I won't!"

Berwald finally got his brother up and out of the house at lovely 2 am in the morning. His job was starting to keep him way too late, but he can't change now. It has ideal hours (even though it didn't seem it) and a decent-enough pay to support him and Peter. Besides, he really had no other place to go. A college drop-out hardly looks good on a résumé.

He got into bed and closed his eyes. He had just started to drift off a few minutes later when he heard loud thumps coming from downstairs. Those sounds definitely came from inside the house and weren't made by his small 10-year-old son who was fast asleep in his room across the hall. Berwald's eyes flew open.

Someone was inside the house.

He quickly and quietly got out of bed grabbing the bedside lamp on the way. After making sure Peter was still asleep in his room, he crept down the stairs taking extra care to skip that third creaky step. He noticed a form moving around on the ground in the living room. He raised the lamp and flipped on the living room lights.

It was a boy… with wings…?

Berwald rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Yep, it definitely a boy… with wings. The boy was shielding his eyes from the light and his wings(?) shifted in annoyance. After his eyes adjusted he tried to stand up.

"Wha'… who're… how…?" Berwald tried to make a sentence but too many questions were filling his mind at once.

The winged boy looked at him curiously. He was cute, Berwald noted in the back of his mind. He had short, blond hair which stuck up in some parts but matched his unruly wings which were white with a hint of gold. They would've been beautiful had Berwald's brain been working at the time.

"Oh," the boy spoke. His voice was like honey and the tinkling of bells. Pure and sweet. "Why are you holding a lamp?"

Berwald looked between the boy and the lamp in his hand.

"Why're ya in m' house?" he asked in return. The boy chuckled scratching the back of his head.

"Well, I was sent here to help you."

"Help me?" Berwald repeated. Did he drink something or take something suspicious before he went to bed? Maybe Mathias slipped something to him. It would be just like his older brother.

"Yep! Are you Peter? Oh wait, Peter's only 10 and you definitely don't look like 10! More like 30 or something? I don't know, I've never been good with human ages. Maybe you're the father, Bear-something? Oh wait! I have the card!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "Oh! Berwald! Nice to meet you Berwald! Unless, of course, you're Mathias."

"Nej," started Berwald unsurely when the boy finally paused long enough for Berwald to answer. "I'm Berwald… how do ya know m' name…? And who are ya…?"

"Oh my president! I totally forgot to introduce myself! I'm Tino and I'm your guardian angel!" His what now?

"An angel! It worked!" came a voice from behind Berwald and Berwald's heart leapt into his throat.

Berwald spun around to face his son. "Peter! Stay righ' there!"

"But Papa!" Peter ran up to him ignoring his orders. "He's my angel! I prayed before I went to bed like Uncle Mathias said, and now he's here to help! Right?" The last part was directed at the boy – Tino – who nodded eagerly with a smile.

Berwald sighed. This was going to be a long night.

A/N

Hoped you liked the first chapter!

It's rated K+ for language from just mainly Mathias, and it won't be very often.

Now, there won't be very much religion at all in this. About the only thing you'll see is angels, heaven, and mentions of God. So don't worry about me pressing certain views on you. I hope I don't offend anyone and I'm really trying not to. Also, the information probably won't be accurate at all so don't take me too seriously either.

The title will be explained later on in the story. I'm thinking there's probably going to be 6 chapters all together, but I only have 4 written out, so we'll see.

Finally, I actually got this idea from another story - a Destiel called The Request by cloudyjenn... so if you like Supernatural and destiel then I suggest you read it because it's one of my favourites! :)

Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading! :D