Balthazar turned Raphael to salt. It felt good. Raphael had always been his least favorite brother. So arrogant. Always jockeying for position. He turned to Cas. His favorite brother. He had heard some disturbing things about him, but he refused to believe them.
"Oh, hairless apes," he noted when two humans came in the room.
One of them lit a match. He looked down too late to realize he was trapped in a ring of holy fire. Now he knew how Raphael felt a few seconds ago being beaten by someone he found far inferior. Good thing Balthazar enjoyed irony.