He’s gotten all the water drained from the noodles, and is rinsing them off (because that’s one thing he does remember about cooking - if you don’t rinse them, they get all soggy, and turn into paste, and he’s trying very hard not to ruin all Dean’s hard work) when there’s a knock on the door. His first thought is some kind of unintelligible panic, and he’s glad he’s not still trying to pour out hot water out, because he’d probably have dropped the pot when he jumped.
His head whips up and over in his brother’s direction immediately after he hears the knock, both checking to see what Dean’s reaction is (which is apparently semi-calmly putting the cheese sauce on a cool burner and heading off to see what’s up), and to see if Dean’s noticed his own half-flail at something simple like a knock on the door. He’s supposed to be past that, now. What, does he expect Gordon to show up and politely knock, instead of storming in shooting?
He pointedly isn’t following Dean, if only because he doesn’t want to go out there all shaking and uneasy and ready to go for a knife when it’s probably just Lea or something. He stays behind and rinses the noodles more thoroughly than he probably needs to, because the motion of stirring them around so the water gets to all of them is... not soothing, really, but it still helps calm him down somewhat...
>“Sammy? What'd you order a midget for?”
...what?
Whatever, it’s probably just Dean being Dean, nothing important or whatever, so he’s not going to run out there. And obviously asking why he ordered a midget (seriously, what the hell?) is not any code for help, Gordon’s here to kill you, get the guns or anything of that nature. He shuts off the water, dries off his hands and the counter where he’d splashed water, and then he goes out to see what’s going on.
>“So. A goat-monster took your sister away?”
What?
...and there’s a little girl standing in the doorway, holding a shovel and looking very serious. Okay... so now the midget comment makes sense, anyway (although she’s clearly a little girl and not a midget, he can tell by the proportions - which is totally unimportant right now).
>“... is your Mom here with you? Maybe we should talk to her about this.” >>"Nope, she's crying at home and talking to the moms of the other kids the goat got. I'm not supposed to go in bars. My aunt will probably come get me soon because she probably saw me because she's always watching me. She's from Oregon and she doesn't like anything here and she doesn't believe me about the goat."
...goat?
“Goat?” He steps in closer so he’s not just lurking in the background, “Like, an actual goat, or a thing that looked sorta like a goat?” There’s a lot of lore about goat-type creatures, and as much as he doesn’t like hunting a dozen or so options run through his head immediately. He looks over at Dean, a silent is this a case? sort of look, like asking if his brother thinks it’s even worth thinking about, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping it turns out to be just some kid with an over-active imagination.