Elsewhere, Sam's somehow managed to sneak away from Bobby's for a bit, and he's driven the Impala over to an abandoned warehouse, within which he's constructed a makeshift altar, upon which he's placed a small silver brazier loaded with, like, dried flowers, or something. What? If they're not going to explain it to me, I'm not going to explain it to you. In any event, Sam strikes a match to set the dried floral arrangement on fire, and the instant the stuff goes up in flames, Castiel's heavenly Eurotrash friend Belthazor materializes on a platform above the warehouse's main floor. Fluttering noises appear on the soundtrack, and the next thing we know, Belthazor's transported himself down to Sam's side to glower, "This better be good." Darling Sammy clenches his remarkably healthy jaw and flares his extraordinarily broad nostrils all the way out into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!

"Here's one for the list of dumbest things ever," Belthazor snots once we've returned from the break. "Summon the angel who wants to kill you!" "Desperate times," Sam gulps, echoing his brother's earlier attempt at joking while sounding considerably more serious than Spectral El Deano did in that particular scene. "I need your help," Sam begins, and that's unfortunately as far as he gets for the moment, for we must first listen as Belthazor upbraids him for comments made during their last encounter, about which I blessedly remember very little. Eventually, Belthazor knocks it off with the unctuous whining, and Sam finally gets to continue. "I need some advice," he confesses. "I need to know if there's a spell, or a weapon -- anything -- that can keep a soul out, forever." "It's for me," he admits, and Belthazor finds that revelation of especial interest. "The plot thickens," he smirks as he steps over to get all up in Sam's face. "Where's your soul, Sam?" Belthazor demands, and we get yet another rehash of what Darling Sammy's soul has been up to over the last year and a half with the special added bonus of Belthazor noting that Lucifer and Michael have likely been "hate-banging" the tattered old thing this entire time. "ZZZZZZZ -- Kinky! -- ZZZZZZZ!"