"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Zachariah smirked. I wracked my brain trying to understand what he could possibly mean-coming up with nothing. "Just tell me you pompous air-bag," I hissed. He stepped closer and softly ran his knuckles down my face. "You are going to win us the war." - A Castiel/OC fic starting just after Episode 6 Season 3. Language/Gore/Nudity warning!