WHO: Melinda and open to her roommates, I suppose! WHAT: Listening to the drama unfold on the network. WHEN: Current. WHERE: East wing. WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: In progress.
Melinda Gordon wouldn't consider herself nosy or a woman with a particular taste for gossip, but given her calling at home and in the Realm, she did understand that it was important for her to listen wherever she was, and accumulate data and information about the people around her. She was exceptionally concerned for those who expressed a desire to seek her counsel. Castiel being one of those, she couldn't help but listen in on what was going on between him and the others while she sat at Dawn's bedside while the young woman began to enter deep sleep. The medium could empathize with Castiel's panic; not only did she understand that what he was experiencing was very unnatural for him, but she also knew what it was like to be a little afraid of yourself.
Melinda had just noticed that there was a similar conversation going on between the Doctor and Michael somewhere else on the network as she was looking down at Dawn's face, judging whether or not she was still needed. Deciding that she wasn't, she turned her attention to Michael's admittance of odd emotions and stood up from the chair. She pushed it against the wall, then picked up a robe from her bed to wrap around herself before she passed into the quiet of the room that held their clothing and weapons. Once there, she settled onto the plush carpeting with her back resting against a wall, and focused her eyes on a spot between herself and the door, replacing her direct field of vision with the written text of the Doctor's and Michael's conversation while Castiel, Ruby, and Dean played in her ear quietly. With her attention on what she was reading, the counselor frowned slightly and hugged her knees to her chest in worry. She didn't know what was going on any more than the others did, but it didn't seem good.