You went to Las Vegas for a weekend girls trip. Vegas was a rather small town, but it was something to do to get a break from the daily routine. It helped you try to get over your recent ex boyfriend.

You and your girl friends walked through the casinos, laughing after just seeing one of the nightly shows. You turned your head and looked forward to see your ex and his famous group of friends stopping in the middle of the walkway and staring at your group. Your group stopped, and to other patrons it probably looked like a stand off of some sort.

Dean stood beside Frank, his eyes glimmered with tears and hope, he inhaled from his cigarette. Frank looked saddened, his eyes showing that he wanted to run up and hug you, throughout your relationship with Dean, the members of the Rat Pack grew close to you. Sammy looked the most miserable, he was the happy man of the group but when he got sad, it shook everyone to the core.

Peter and Joey looked at you, but they weren't around as much as the other three. They were nice gentlemen around you, but you didn't get the same bond with them as you did with Frank and Sammy. The girls looked at you, wanting to see what your next move was, but you didn't know what it would be.

You couldn't look into Dean's eyes again. Tears streamed down your face. Frank was the first one to make a move, walking towards you in long strides and held his hands gently onto your arms.

"Sweetheart, why don't we go somewhere to talk?" He proposed, you obliged. He draped an arm around your shoulders and motioned for Peter and Joey to come with you. He led the four of you to a secluded area of the casino where no one else was. Your silent cries turned into sobs.

"Oh y/n, it's okay," Frank held you to his chest. He was like your big brother. He would go to the end of the world to protect you.

"I tried so hard to get over him, after we broke up I just sat around, I stopped going to work, seeing my friends. This was the first trip I've had, and it seemed to help," you leaned your hands, your elbows digging into your knees.

"Break ups are a hard thing to get through, we've all been there. Dean's been similar, he would kill me for telling you, but we brought him here to cheer him up too."

"With the way we're acting, it's like we broke up over something serious," you chuckled lightly, "I know I should've stayed and understood but at the time I was being selfish I guess." You rubbed your forehead.

"Do you want me to bring him here?" Joey suggested, you could tell he didn't like the sad emotion that lingered in the room.

"I don't think I could bring myself to speak to him, I would be too busy crying to get any words out." you were disappointed in yourself. The same man that knew all your secrets, your desires, plans and dreams. He was standing out there in the casino trying to keep himself together.

"I'll be right here if you need me, go ahead Joe, bring him in," Frank encouraged. Peter sat down on the couch next to you. He still had his drink in his hand. You stared at it and looked at his somber expression.

"Can I have a sip?" Peter looked at you and carefully handed his glass, you closed your eyes and took a sip. It tasted just like Dean when he'd give you midnight kisses after he had performed all evening. It took you to a happier time.

"Thank you," you opened your eyes and handed Peter his glass back.

"Anything to help, you could say I'm rather useless in this situation," he chuckled. He put his glass down on the little table next to him.

Joey walked in with Dean right behind him. Tears rolling down his face. Sammy peaked in the door, not wanting to be involved but also wanting to see what was going on.

"Hello y/n."

"Hello Dean," you stood up, he naturally took your hands in his.

"I'm sorry to have caused a scene back there. I took this weekend trip to kind of forget everything. You were just something I couldn't forget back home, and seeing you-"

"Was a shock. I get it. You look great."

"Thank you, so do you. Dean, this is killing me." You leaped into his arms. He caught you and held you close to him. His same musky smell mixed with tobacco. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

"I missed this so much," he muffled into your hair. Inhaling your floral perfume.

"Me too," you pulled your head away and looked him in the eyes. You made the move and pressed your lips to his, your hand holding onto his cheek. Both your tears mixing on your cheeks.

"Could we try and make it work?" You nodded.

"Of course we can."