Lost

Strip Tease Part Two

Rory pointed to the street, "There's Old French."

Dean slammed on the brake and whipped down the road quickly. He drove until he saw the yellow house.

As soon as the car was in park, he ran out to Garth's car. The trunk had already been open, probably because the car was a piece of shit and could barely drive, let alone lock.

Dean rummaged through the trunk, pulling out a machete and handing it to Rory. Rory stared into the trunk, "What the hell..." He mumbled.

Then, Dean pulled out a rock salt gun for himself. He began sprinting into the house as fast as possible. Rory yelled behind him, "I don't think I'm capable of killing anything."

Dean chuckled, "Yeah I didn't think so, Short-stack."

He tried the door, but it wouldn't budge."Now what?" Rory asked.

Dean used the butt of his gun to break the window beside the door and proceeded to use the tip of it to remove excess glass. "There. Now, you can't cut yourself up trying to get in."

Dean pulled his body weight through the window frame. Rory struggled trying to do the same.

Dean rolled his eyes and held out an arm to Rory and pulled him through. Rory brushed himself off and smiled, "Thanks."

"Uh yeah, don't mention it."

Dean trod lightly through the house, pushing doors open gently. "What's happening?" Rory whispered.

Dean shushed him, but Rory continued, "If whatever is in here didn't hear the window shattering, then we should be able to go about this quickly."

Dean paused for a minute. He nodded, "Touché. Let's go."

They heard a loud bang coming from upstairs and bounded up the steps, taking on a couple at a time.

"Garth, you okay?!" Dean barked.

They heard a muffled high pitched scream and followed the sound. Dean kicked open the door to reveal Garth, half naked in only camo boxers, his hands and feet tied to the bed along with something stuffed in his mouth.

Dean shielded his eyes, "Woah, man. You weren't kidding when you said tied up. Where's the thing?"

Rory saw Garth's eyes widen at them. Rory looked behind him and hit Dean's arm to get his attention. A brunette-haired woman in lingerie leaned against the door frame. Dean instinctively shot her with rock salt as Rory yelled, "No!"

She vanished. "Shit, we got a dead stripper!" Dean yelled, "Go untie Garth and find her bones to barbecue!"

Rory stared at him with a moment of confusion as a light blew up. Dean ordered, "Go!"

Rory flinched at the volume but nonetheless ran to Garth and began clawing at the knots to untie them. Dean searched the hall for the ghost.

Rory kept apologizing to Garth, "I am so sorry... She tied these knots too well."

Garth said something through the towel in his mouth. Rory pulled it out, apologizing again for forgetting it. Garth said, "Thanks, hombre. Hey, there's a knife hooked onto my jeans to help you out there. See on the floor."

Rory looked down and saw a pair of jeans beside the bed and pulled off the knife. He began sawing at the rope, which cut in almost an instant.

Garth, now free, ran through the house, gesturing for Rory to follow. Dean yelled as he shot at her spirit again, "Where's the bitch's bones?!"

Garth shouted as he ran down the stairs, "In the backyard!"

They dashed to the car, Dean hurrying them. Garth grabbed a shovel and a pack of matches. "Grab that red container!" He ordered Rory.