SAM + Booth!
Sam grinned, biting back a comment about how he, personally, thought that most men would want to see his wife naked. He wasn't the type to openly brag about his opinion on a woman's body, though, so Sam shook his head, smirked, and said, "Fair enough."
Dad being checked for weapons, whether it was true or not, wasn't all too surprising to Sam. In fact, during the actual ceremony, he had spent a good moment eying his father warily, half expecting the man to leap across the room with a shotgun in hand, declaring that it was his job to save his son from a life attached to a monster or something. But, again, it felt like everyone was really trying on his behalf, which Sam found that he was more than grateful for. "Usually, yeah. I wouldn't even know where to begin on the crazy stuff my family has done out of love. We're all messed up, I'm not gonna sugarcoat that one, but we care about each and that's what's important." A lot of it came down to sacrifice, too. Demon deals. Death. The Winchester family really did know how to bring a whole new level to dysfunctional. Sam hoped Ruby knew what she had gotten herself into - this time, for good. At Booth's mention of a brother, Sam looked toward him with an air of interest. "Really? I didn't know that. Is he much older than you?" The only family that Sam knew Booth to have had was his son. He had never really thought to ask about anyone else.
Sam noticed that Booth seemed irritated, as he pressed on about the drunk texts. He didn't want to talk about it. It was obvious, yet Sam felt like he needed to keep pushing on anyway. Why wouldn't he talk about it? Why wouldn't he read the text? Wasn't what Bones was upset about important? Sam watched Booth carefully, mouth twisting downward in concern. He wanted to push it, but that didn't mean that Sam would. "I'm sorry," he said again, looking down at his drink. "I guess, maybe you should try talking to her."