Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters or its plot. I DO own my OC Sabrina Moore (I don't own the last name Moore though((Moore is Jessica's last name))) I also own what I add to the plot and the whole thing with Sabrina(Which won't happen until end of this "book" if you've read the original version of this story you know what I'm talking about, don't spoil it.)

I'm not putting the disclaimer at the start of every chapter like last time. It's here.

This is a rewrite (obviously) and I'm going to rewrite AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. (tbh the original version kinda sucked so hopefully this is better. I've written better things since I stopped writing this one.)

I wanna dedicate this to StarApple086 who messaged a while ago about the books.

Summary: Sabrina Moore was put into a coma after a car accident. The chances of her waking up were slim to none. Even if she did wake up she would still have brain damage. Yet, two years later she's attending Stanford with her older sister and her sister's boyfriend. (Follows show with added plot)

Dean/OC (with slight Sam/OC)

One minute, she was driving down the road, singing along to the radio and tapping a beat on her steering wheel. The next, her car was flipped over onto its side, after rolling, in a ditch. Her seatbelt kept her from falling onto the shards of glass below her. The blood soaked into her blonde hair and limp form indicated her lack of consciousness. She couldn't hear the woman screaming back up on the road. The driver of the other car wouldn't wake up either but he didn't have a pulse. A third car, which just happened to be behind the couple's car, stopped. Seeing the car in the ditch and the woman was clearly not sober or in a clear state of mind, they dialed 911.

She was transported her to the closest hospital, her family was alerted from the emergency contact number in her wallet, and she was immediately brought into the ICU. The other woman was mostly treated on the scene. Minor concussion, a few scrapes and bruises but she would live.

After an hour, the family was finally allowed in to see her in the room she was resting. The moment they saw the doctor's face they knew the news was anything but good. The airbags hadn't deployed causing her to hit her head twice, front and back, on the steering wheel and head rest. She was in a coma. The mother almost fainted, her husband having to help her to a chair. The older sister stood there, tears already in her eyes and ready to stream down her cheeks.

The chance of her waking was slim. But they could afford to keep her on life support. No parent wants to see their child that way, but no parent wants to be the one to decide never see them again.

Two months later, without any cause or warning, her eyes opened. The first person she saw was her mother, sleeping in the chair beside her bed, holding her hand. She felt weak but was able squeeze her mother's hand. The older woman started to wake up and let out a happy scream, immediately tears were running down her face, as she looked into her daughter's bright blue eyes. A few nurses and the doctor rushed in, the husband running in with a coffee. When his daughter turned her head to look at him he couldn't help but drop the coffee before dropping to his knees beside her bed. One of the nurses called the sister's cell phone but she was already on her way.

The doctors were stumped. The damage was simply gone, like it had never been there. Sure over the past two months the body had attempted to heal itself but the chances of a full recovery were slim to none.

She spent another week in the hospital; the doctors tested her on simple and complex math, speaking, and reading. They tested her vision, hearing, hand eye-coordination, reflexes and reaction time. Of course her muscles were weak from not using them so she had to go through physical therapy for a while but other than that she was as healthy as she was before the accident. She was even healthier. The doctors called it a miracle.

A few months later she graduated high school and was accepted into Stanford University where her sister studied. She got an apartment close to campus and even a part-time job as the school's librarian assistant.

Her life continued as if the accident had never even happened in the first place. Everything seemed perfect.

October 1st 2005, she woke up in a cold sweat. Her heart was racing and she had to take a moment to calm her breathing. Ever since the accident she could never remember her dreams but she'd still have nightmares that would wake her up even if she didn't know what they were after the fact. For some reason, this time, her mind was screaming at her to call her sister. It was two in the morning but her gut told her to call anyways. Her sister answered after the third ring, her voice groggy.

"Sabrina?"

"Jess, are you okay?"

"What? Am I okay? It's…" there was a pause as the older girl looked at a nearby alarm clock. "two in the morning. Are you okay?"

"Uh, I'm fine… I just… I'm sorry. Go back to sleep."

"Uh, okay. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Bye." Sabrina hung up the phone and sat there with it in her lap. She woke up almost every night after that with the urge to call her sister but after the third time she knew it was only in her mind. Her sister was fine.

So yeah, this whole prologue is new, hope you liked/enjoyed it. Lemme know what you think. I'm still rewriting the first "book"/season so it's gunna be a week or two until I post the first chapter but I wanted to get this out and see what you thought.