In any event, after Belthazor makes a supremely unfunny crack about "a frog in one's throat," Castiel and his Eurotrash feather buddy get to chatting with each other, and does anyone really care about Belthazor's backstory or his boring brotherly psychodrama with Castiel at this point? "Certainly not!" Didn't think so, so long story short, the guy faked his death at some point last season and, taking a page from Castiel's very own destiny-defying playbook, swiped all those humanity-destroying goodies from the celestial armory and descended to Earth to live the good life for a while. Because of his eternal sense of loyalty to Castiel, though, he of course would like to help My Sweet Baboo in any way he can, but as he flat-out refuses to surrender the weapons, Castiel has little choice but to kick his dissolute behind. "VIOLENCE!" Well, Castiel would have little choice but to kick Belthazor's dissolute behind, I'm sure, but at this moment, a crash of thunder erupts outside on the estate's grounds to announce Raphael's arrival, so I'm afraid the mighty booting of debauched derrieres will be delayed for a moment or two. "Rats!" "Tell Raphael to bite me!" Belthazor smirks, and with that, Belthazor snaps his fingers again, plunging the ballroom into darkness while vanishing into the next METAL TEETH CHOMP!