In my perfect world, (still thinking of a name for this au, but I might be going with something like that) the events of rdr2 happened, except just before high honor arthur dies, the 11th Doctor swoops in and rescues him, Castiel heals his tb, and they all live happily ever after. Here's that.
Before this comic is this fic you might want to read for a little context!
Sometime soon I'll probably make a chart of all the universes/shows that connect in my fever dream world, but it's essentially superwholock on crack. Including Red Dead Redemption 2, Detroit: become human, Doctor who (specifically the 11th incarnation), Supernatural, and a few others :3
Via my last post, I have begun imagining interactions between Arthur (RDR2), Connor (DBH), Castiel (SPN) and 11 (DW)
I can see it now
Umm apologies if this is absolutely cringe cause I've never written fanfic but also I kinda don't care- this was for fun!!
(who am I kidding I do care)
Castiel heals Arthur's TB - A silly mini fic by me I guess?
(ft. Arthur Morgan, Castiel, the 11th Doctor, and Connor)
"Angel, would you do the honors?" The Doctor asked with a cheeky grin, motioning to the rather confused cowboy. Castiel cocked his head to the side for a moment, the Doctor flinging his hand around again in a shining motion.
"You know," He smiles, anticipating.
Castiel finally catches on and looks over to Arthur. He has not yet figured out what this coated, scruffy looking man is going to do to him, let alone why the effeminate man with the floppy hair and bowtie is so excited about it. Castiel steps closer to Arthur, all but chest to chest with him. Arthurs hand immediately hovers defensively over to his revolver as Castiel lifts his hand, pressing his pointer and middle finger to Arthur's head. A celestial hum can be heard for a brief moment, but just as quickly as it chimed, the tardis console room is left silent once more. Or, at least as silent as the tardis' engines will allow.
"It's gone," Castiel states a bit blankly toward the cowboy.
Arthur's brow knits together in confusion, "What?"
"Your tuberculosis, it's gone," Castiel replies once more, a hint of a smile crossing his stubbled face.
Arthur's knitted brow only furrows further.
"Wh- how in the hell- you're talkin' nonsense!" He sputters frustratedly, hardly understanding what these two crazy fellers are implying.
The third oddly dressed tall man, the one with slicked back hair and an even odder glowing blue circle on his temple suddenly rises from his seat. His emotions indicator now a yellowish amber color. "Your vital signs are showing a sudden spike in heart activity, are you feeling okay?"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Arthur snaps, even more confused than before. But it's starting to become apparent that he hasn't coughed or wheezed the entire conversation thus far. No, it must be a coincidence. Has to be.
The Doctor simply laughs, reaching for a butterscotch in his inner breast pocket and offering it to Arthur with a warm smile, "Here, this might help."
Arthur snatches it out of The Doctor's hand, though not purposefully rude. He is simply very, very thrown off.
"Ah, great - What does this one do, make me young again?" He jokes, a bit on edge.
"No, no, you silly cowboy, it's a sweet! Always makes me feel better," The Doctor jokes, popping one in his mouth and patting the cowboy on the back. Arthur gives him a glare and he quickly retracts his hand.
Wearily, Arthur pops the candy in his mouth with a sigh, "Hmh, well, I guess that makes sense....only thing that's made sense all damn day."
His face relaxes, and he goes to sit down, breathing in unison with the Tardis's engines. And for a moment, he begins to hear the absence of the rattling in his chest, the rise and fall of his chest smooth and uninterrupted.
"So...you uh, really weren't jokin' bout this feller bein' an Angel, huh?" Arthur questions, his tone a little more polite than earlier, perhaps even a bit curious.
The Doctor beams a big smile, wrapping his arm around Castiel's shoulder, "Why of course! My dear, have I ever lied to you?"
"Mister - I've only known you a day, but I don't know you."
The Doctor's lips pursed together awkwardly into a line as his arm retracted from Castiel's shoulder, swinging together and clasping, then releasing and flailing about in an uncalculated manner, "Well, yes, I suppose that is true - but, I am telling the truth, I wouldn't lie to you,"
Arthur paused for a moment in quiet contemplation.
"I ain't sure how I'm 'sposed to believe ya, but...you did rescue me from that mountain. To be honest I ain't sure what to believe, now that you've got me in this big ol....blue urh....whatever ya call it."
"Well, believe us or not, you're healed now." Castiel states blankly, as a matter of fact.
"Maybe...maybe I do believe," Arthur replied in a soft-spoken manner.
"It is a good thing you do believe, Mister Morgan, because it would be a waste of time not to. Unless of course doubt is part of the human belief system, in which case, if it is a comfort to you, you may doubt-"
Castiel laid a heavy hand on Connors shoulder, "Shh, let the grown-ups talk," He let out in a whisper.
