#sam chisolm

Sam Chisolm

Sam would want someone with the same morals as him. Someone with a strict sense of right and wrong. Being a bounty hunter is a huge part of him, so someone who'd be willing to travel around with him would be a huge bonus too. He'd want someone intelligent, someone he could have deep conversations with well into the night. He's not huge on physical contact, but he wouldn't mind if his partner was.

Joshua Faraday

Faraday would probably go for an S/O that's more on the shy side. He'd love complementing them, showing them off, and performing tricks for them, because he finds their blush adorable. He'd also want one that loves to laugh and have fun, as he's constantly messing around and making jokes. They'd have to have a bit of patience as well because, especially in Faraday's case, old habits die hard.

Red Harvest

Being open-minded would be at the top of Red Harvest's checklist. He wouldn't care if they were Comanche, like him, or not. But they'd have to be accepting of everyone, no exceptions. This and kindness would go along hand-in-hand in his partner. After being pushed out of his tribe and surrounded by people unwilling to give him a second glance, someone with a large and accepting heart would be his sanctuary when he just needs a break from constantly being on the defensive.

Jack Horne

Since religion is such a huge part of Jack's life, he'd probably want someone with the same values as him. He'd also probably want someone who can look after themselves. He lost his family because he wasn't there for them, so he'd probably want someone he knows he can leave in the morning and still return to at the end of the day.

Goodnight Robicheaux

Goodnight would want someone affectionate. He still suffers from PTSD, so being able to just hold someone and be held at the end of the day would give him that extra sense of security he craves. At the same time, he'd want someone adventurous. Someone that pushes him out of his shell. He wants to make them proud of him, and he wants to be someone they can depend on to look after and protect them.

Billy Rocks

Billy's ideal partner is the opposite of him. He'd love someone loud and rambunctious, because they keep life interesting. The conversations would probably be one-sided, but neither would mind, because they'd love to talk and he'd be content to sit and listen to their voice. He'd also want someone curious, someone who would ask a lot of questions about himself. Other than Goodnight, no one in his life ever cared to get to know him, so he'd secretly love telling you about himself and teaching you new things (coughknifethrowingcough).

Vasquez

Synopsis: Chisolm meets one of Goodnight’s companions and begins having thoughts about the future.

You and Billy both watched as Goodnight greeted one of the strangers. They hugged and said something about fire and ashes, and you an Billy exchanged a look. "This is Billy Rocks and Y/N L/N." Goodnight pointed to you. "They're with me." You smiled and Billy tipped his hat. Billy silently the reins of your and Goodnight's horse, and tethered them to the tree without a word. You approached Goodnight and the stranger. The other man held out his hand.

"Sam Chisolm." You shook his hand. "Y/N, wasn't it?" You nodded.

"Nice to meet you," You said. You looked around at the mismatched group.

"Quite the band of misfits you've collected," He laughed shortly.

"Well," He shrugged. "What can you do?" You both laughed as Goodnight left you and walked over to Billy. "So." Sam said. "How did you end up with those two?" He pointed to where Billy and Goodnight were sharing a cigarette and subtly studying the rest of the group.

"I used to work in a bar in Volcano Springs. Mr. Hairpin over there started a fight, and I ended up getting pulled in. Boss fired me for not controlling the situation, and they felt so bad they let me travel with them." Sam nodded.

"Well, we're glad to have you with us." You smiled and he returned it, before leaving and talking with other members of the group.

...

You and Sam continued to talk from the time you set out up to the time you set up camp that night. A fire was started and people hunkered down for the night.

You and Sam stayed up talking and sharing a bottle of booze you swiped from Faraday's bag until the moon was high in the sky. He told you about his job, you told him about your family, and talked about everything in between. You had never connected with someone on such an emotional level before, and you were amazed at how much you had in common. In fact, the only reason you stopped was because Sam insisted you sleep after you stifled yet another yawn. Smiling apologetically and bidding him goodnight, you propped yourself up against your saddle and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders.

Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

...

"You and Y/N have certainly gotten close." Sam looked up as Goodnight sat down next to him. He offered a cigarette, but Sam refused.

"She's very nice." Sam agreed.

"Nice?" Goodnight laughed. "So you ain't seeing it?

"Seeing what?" Goodnight took a drag of his cigarette before turning to his friend.

Synopsis: Reflecting on your past with your husband one night.

You sat at the back of the bar, studying its occupants. Your eyes scanned over the crowd until they landed on a lone figure at the end of the bar.

Him.

You checked the wanted poster in your grasp to be sure, before standing up and weaving through the tables. You put on your most sultry face, and draped yourself over the bar next to the stranger. "Hey, stranger," You breathed. He gruffly turned to you, but his face softened when he took in your appearance.

"Ma'am." He tipped his hat before turning back to his drink.

"What's a big handsome man like you doing in a small town like this?" You laid your hand on his arm and batted your eyelashes. He finished his drink and turned to you.

"What's it to you?" You smiled softly.

"Not many strangers come through." You explained as innocently as you could. "Everyone has a story." He watched you hungrily, and you forced yourself not to grimace. He laid a hand on your knee.

"Everyone's got a story?" You nodded. He chuckled. "Well, that may be true, but I'm more interested in yours, darling." You smiled tightly. "What's your name?"

"Y/N," You told him. "And what about you, handsome?" He took another swig and swayed in his seat. Man, this guy was a lightweight!

"Sam," He said simply. You grinned.

"As in 'Slipknot Sam'?" He blinked at you.

"How did yo—" You lunged and ripped his pistol out its holster, cocking it and holding against his head. The bar went silent and people began filing out, save for a man dressed fully in black. Using your free hand, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your badge. He groaned.

"Sam O'Riley, you are under arrest for the robbery of three station wagons." You used your official voice. He slowly stood up, but lunged for his pistol before you could react. You grappled for the firearm. He slammed you into the bar and grabbed his pistol, pressing it against your forehead. You struggled and screamed. You heard the gun click and you fought even harder.

A gunshot cut through the air.

And you were still alive. Sam's body slumped over, and you pushed him off with a groan. He fell to the floor in a satisfying heap. The man in black crossed the floor towards you, putting away his smoking pistol. "You alright?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, thank you." You brushed off your skirt and looked up at the man, letting out a laugh. "Well, if it isn't Sam Chisolm!"

"Afternoon, Y/N," You pulled him in for a hug.

"It's been ages! How've you been?" He smiled crookedly.

"Things have been fine," He nodded to the body. "How long you been tracking him for?"

"Two months," He whistled lowly.

"Impressive." You kneeled down, threw open the jacket of the body, and rooted around in the pockets. You grinned as you pulled out a small sheet of paper with a list of names. You read it as Chisolm looked over your shoulder. You recognized quite a few of them as crooks that had evaded your grasp.

So far, at least. You looked at Chisolm. "You busy?"

"Never." He grinned.

"Then what do you say we take these bastards out together?"

"Like old times?" You smiled.

"Exactly like old times."

...

"...And you know the rest," You smiled down at your little girl. She grinned, showing off a gap in her front teeth.

"Yeah! You and daddy caught the bad guys and then you lived happily ever after!" You smiled, and stroked a dark curl back from her forehead.

"That's right, baby. Happily ever after." You tucked her in and handed her her stuffed rabbit. "Goodnight honey," You kissed her forehead and stood up. She smiled and yawned sleepily.

"Night, mommy." You quietly left her room and walked to yours and your husband's. You changed into your nightgown, and slipped under the covers. An arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

"Night, darling," Sam pressed a sleepy kiss to your cheek as he laid a hand over your swollen belly. "I love you."

Sam Chisolm

Nostalgia

In the Future

Emma Cullen

I’ll Look After Her for You

Joshua Faraday

Misunderstandings

Baby Steps

Pretty Little Ring

Red Harvest

Of Pemmican and Prairie Roses

Snapshots

Goodnight Robicheaux

Horsing Around

Lean on Me

Billy Rocks

Teasing

Matchmakers

Alliances

Friendly Competition

One by One

Dating Billy Rocks Would Involve…

Vasquez

Whipped

Laughter

A First Time for Everything

Dating Vasquez Would Involve…

Faraday & Vasquez

Choices

Dating Faraday and Vasquez Would Involve…

Date Night

Goodnight & Billy

Our Wife

Dating Goodnight and Billy Would Include…

Second Chances

Preferences

When They Get Jealous and Want Attention

something I'm working on as a side project for NaNo, decided I'd share a little (not really) excerpt here, just because i could

Sam Chisolm wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but as he stood in the sparsely decorated apartment in London, it wasn’t… this.

It was, in fact, sparse. There was a small kitchen, a couch with a pullout that looked slept in, a bathroom, and a tiny closet. It was by no means a luxury place, but it was just one level above being condemned, if you asked Sam.

The man’s heart broke a little as he took it in. There was no sign of the occupant he was looking for, not that he knew who he was looking for—his boss had simply given him this address and said the person who lived here would be a good addition to the team if Sam could convince them.

Given the fact of who the rest of the team was made up of, Sam had two guesses as to whose place he was standing in. Past experiences told him one was more likely than the other.

Something caught his eye, a leatherbound book sitting among the blankets on the pullout. Curious, Sam wandered over, reaching for the book. He flipped through it, noting it was some mix between a journal and a scrapbook. The first entry dated back to just over eleven years ago, and Sam couldn’t help but read.

9-29-12

I’ve always known my family had powers… how could I not, when mom uses hers to heal those in our family, and when both she and gran have told me about other members of our… bloodline? Apparently, the blood is important… and their abilities.

I just assumed, like everyone before me, that it skipped generations… Instead, I woke up this morning with my own abilities. Powers… magic? I like the idea of calling it magic. Who knows, I may have them sooner and didn’t realize it… Skipper had died during the night, and when mom and Aunt Elenore asked who I was greeting this morning because to them it was empty air… I told them Skip, and I was then informed he’d passed in his sleep, so how could I be seeing him?

One quick test later, my mom declared that a) I had magic, and b) it could be classified as necromancy. That’s… a terrifying, truthfully, prospect, but… I can handle it. I hope.

At least it’s the weekend before fall break, so mom can help me figure out how to start managing it. I’m in senior year, so it’s not like I’ll have to hide it from the others as school for long. If I go to college, I can get by with strictly online classes, I think.

Mom suggested I use a journal to track my progress, but I’ve never been the best at keeping records, even school wise. Hopefully with something to keep track of, that’ll change.

I’ll make another entry when something of importance happens, I guess.

10-10-12   10-9-12/10-10-12

What the fuck is my life, truly?

With the influx of my powers, came something else… my memories. I guess necromancy and reincarnation can go hand in hand, because this isn’t the first time I’ve lived. I started having dreams and flashbacks during break, of an older version of myself set back in the Wild West. I thought it was just some weird dream/fantasy thing since… well, since I’m sort of obsessed with that era, anyways, but… no. It all came rushing back to me, today, during fifth period, which is my study block this year.

We got a new student… which, in a small town like Salem, is kind of a cause for chatter, and I wasn’t really paying attention until the guy sat next to me. When I finally looked at him…

Son of a bitch… it’s Vasquez. It all came back to me—Sam Chisolm, Rose Creek, Bart Bogue…

I’m… sort of embarrassed to say that I had a total breakdown right then and there. Mom actually had to come and pick me up early, it was so bad. It’s super late (early?), right now, almost three in the morning, and I’ve been catatonic all afternoon, according to her. So, I guess all these events really happened yesterday?

I’m getting distracted… I told her what had happened, what’s been happening, and she… didn’t seem totally surprised. Fact is, she’s the one who gave me the idea that my reincarnation ties in with my powers. Something about death being involved, which… makes sense, in a weird way.

Mom offered to keep me out of school for the rest of the week, so I can recover, but… I don’t want to do that. Maybe a day or two, but not a week. I want to talk to Vas so I can Vasquez, so I can sort of explain things to him. Hopefully, it’ll go well…

10-13-12 Update: It… I didn’t explain the powers thing to him. I didn’t want to freak him out, but I did tell him why I had my breakdown on Monday. He understood, because when his memories came back to him, he was a wreck for a while too.

He came over for the afternoon, and mom and Aunt Elenore absolutely fell in love with him. Bastard put on the damn charm. We didn’t get any schoolwork done, not like we really planned to, but we did catch up on things. What’s been going on in our modern lives, and he told me a little about what happened after I died in Rose Creek… His family travels a lot in this life, for his dad’s work. He’s got two siblings, an older sister and younger brother. I couldn’t resist and had to make a crack about his ‘three Maria’s’… he asked where mine was.

… I told him Maria died when we were kids. He sobered up pretty quick… guess he could tell it was a sore subject.

Anyways… my magic practice is progressing well. Right now, I can just see spirits, which is weird because they look like just regular people—for the most part. I’ve seen a few grisly sights, but I’m learning how to pick their energies apart from the living, so I don’t make a fool of myself in public.

Oddly enough, Vasquez has a couple ghosts hanging around him…

Sam flipped through the journal, heart twisting in his chest as he noticed a few entries more prominent than others. One, over Christmas break, detailing why Vasquez had ghosts—his father was a hunter of the supernatural, and the revelation apparently caused a rift between the two boys before Vasquez’s father himself had put things to right. He’d put the hunting behind him and was trying to settle down with his family… he could have never expected his son to befriend a witch—which, that had led to Joshua admitting about himself…

Prom. They stopped dancing around their feelings for each other and became official, and that entry made Sam smile, as well as the photos of that night that accompanied the entry. They did make a handsome couple. That was where Vasquez’s writing started slipping in on a few pages, offering extra insight or his own commentary to whatever Joshua was writing.

Graduation. Maybe too quick to those who don’t know about… us, but Vasquez gave me a bloody promise ring tonight. (you’re not actually complaining, are you? Fuck you, I’m keeping it forever thought so) and detailing a rough plan of the future. Plans to stay in Salem long enough to get through college, before moving. Maybe they’d find where Rose Creek was, if it was somewhere they could move to, settle down there. Ideas about where the rest of their motley crew were…

College. Joshua went into Anthropology and the Occult (seriously, guero? Bite me, texican), and Vasquez Art and Architecture (you know there’s a joke about cliches in there somewhere, right? Don’t you dare). Joshua seemed to develop a minor side hobby (?) in helping people with their dead loved ones, the spirits who hadn’t crossed over because of unfinished business (Jennifer Love Hewitt, who?) When they’d both finished their studies… Joshua was the one who proposed.

There were photos of various moments, in those early years. High school included prom, graduation, senior trip, homecoming week. After high school showed moving into their first apartment together, as they worked through college, domestic moments, moments with their families, college graduation, of the proposal, and later, multiple photos from the wedding. Tickets to various date locations, movies, and festivals, were taped in as well. It seemed Joshua (and by some small extension, Vasquez) was eager to keep track of everything.

But just after their return from their honeymoon in August of twenty-fifteen, the entries stopped. The next one wasn’t dated until January of twenty-sixteen. Reading it, Sam felt his heart stop and blood run cold.

1-13-16 I’m sorry, Ale… I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you. I couldn’t… couldn’t save you. If I was faster… maybe you’d still be here. Maybe I could have… God, I’m crazy for thinking it… brought you back. If you’d wanted it… if maybe I’d seen you… your spirit, at least, maybe one more time, to ask…

There are limitations to my abilities… I can bring people back from the dead, but only within a set time… I didn’t make it with you… And I’m so sorry.

You must have crossed over. That’s the only reason I can think of to not see your ghost… it’d be just like you, too… you wouldn’t have wanted me to see you like that. I know you wouldn’t have. I know, but… goddammit it still hurts, you son of a bitch. If I could have just said goodbye…

… you were gone too soon. And those bastards… they’ll pay. Eventually, they’ll pay.

I’m sorry.

I… did find where Rose Creek is. It’s still a small town but thriving in today’s age. I’ll… I’ll go there. For us… for you.

Maybe I’ll find some sort of peace there.

Silence, for a few months, before another entry was made.

5-23-16 God, what have I done? I didn’t… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean for that to happen… I didn’t know I could do that.

I need to get away. From everyone. Anyone that I can hurt…

I’m so sorry Vas…

After that, there were no more entries. Sam flipped through the remaining blank pages and found nothing. Frowning, Sam went back to the last entry, and wondered what the hell might have happened for it to exist.

Actually, he wondered what happened in those last two entries in general—one was obvious. The other… not so much. He’d have to ask Matthew to investigate the dates mentioned, give or take a day or two. Surely, there’d be some sort of record online, somewhere—

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

Sam startled, the book falling from his hands and back on to the bed. He whirled around, coming eye to eye with Joshua Faraday. The first thing the older man noticed was how tired the redhead looked, with bags beneath his eyes, and skin pale. He stood as though the weight of the world was laid on his shoulders, but it didn’t distract from the, frankly, intimidating glare he was fixing Sam with.

“I know I locked the door when I left,” Joshua continued, and then his gaze flicked down to the journal on the bed, and his anger grew. He stood straight, and Sam swore the room grew colder and darker as Joshua set a bag of possible groceries on the floor, “You went looking through my personal things?!”

“Now, hold on just a minute, son—” Sam began.

“I’m not your son,” Joshua hissed, and there was no doubt about it—Joshua was altering the space around them. His eyes were beginning to glow, a toxic green that caused the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck to rise, “What are you doing here, Chisolm?”

“I came to offer you a job,” Sam said, quickly, and Joshua drew up short. A brief look of bafflement crossed his features as he stared at the older man, “That is, if you want it.”

The redhead crossed his arms, eyes narrowing.

“Explain,” he said, shortly, so Sam did.

He explained how he’d been tasked with bringing a crew together (yes, the rest of the Rose Creek bunch, for the most part…) and that while Joshua’s name hadn’t come up directly, Sam’s own bosses had suggested Joshua could be an integral part of the team. This team would be dealing with threats across the world, both natural and supernatural. Clearly, Joshua would be a good addition, if he wanted to join.

“But… I’m not pressing you to,” Sam said, quietly. He glanced down at the journal, then back to Joshua, “You’ve clearly been through a lot already.”

Joshua’s expression darkened, lips thinning, but he said nothing. Just stared at Sam with those eyes of his still glowing. But he was silent, and Sam took it for a good thing.

“… would you have come for me, if I hadn’t been brought up?” Joshua asked.

Sam blinked at the question, but answered nonetheless: “Eventually, yes. It wouldn’t have been fair not to include you and—” he faltered, only because Joshua pinned him with a venomous glare, “We want everyone we can get. We worked so well together, before.”

Silence, again, and Sam could tell Joshua was right on the edge of accepting the offer, he just needed one last push.

“Who killed him?” Sam asked, pitching his own voice low—after all, someone had mess with those he cared about. He was angry thinking about it; Joshua startled, so Sam asked again, “Who did it? We can go after the sons of bitches with you.”

Joshua’s jaw clenched.

“Hunters,” he ground out. “Ones who didn’t approve of his relationship with… with me. I don’t… I don’t have exact names, though.”

“Then come with me,” Sam offered, holding out his hand. “Together, we’ll help you figure out who did it, and we’ll see them get what they deserve.”

Joshua looked down at Sam’s extended hand, before he looked up at the man himself. The temperature returned to normal, and the shadows fell away. The glow in the witch’s eyes faded, but they still burned with anger and determination…

Joshua took Sam’s hand.