A/N: This is kind of a Supernatural/Wizards of Waverly Place crossover. I was thinking of how close Dean and Sam are because of how they were raised, and then wondered if Justin and Alex (who are already close) where raised the same, how close they'd be. Basically take the Winchesters and replace them with the Russos.

For those of you who were wondering, I've always figured that Justin and Alex where two years apart and Max and Alex where two years apart.

A knowledge of the show Supernatural is not needed and in fact, I kind of prefer you don't really know the other show. Except it's a wonderful show and you should go watch it right after finishing this.

Prologue (Burn With Me)

It's the baby monitor that woke her, made her reach out to the sheet beside her, cool under slender fingers, for Jerry. Takes her minute to realize he's not there, and soft cooing coming through the white plastic device making her leave the soft cocoon of blankets.

It's nothing. But the insistent voice that came with the birth of her first born won't let her go back to sleep until she checks to make sure all is well. Theresa's hand reaches blindly, feeling and finding the hall switch, flipping it. She blinks as it flickers erratically for a few seconds.

Her feet make soft, muffled noises on the carpet and her hand reaches blindly for the knob, turning it and opening the wooden door slightly so as to not let in too much light and upset the baby. She can make out a shape in the moonlight. "Jerry?" Her husband is not at his sharpest when he's first awoken. He turns slightly, face still hidden in shadow, but she can see him hold up a finger to his lips, a soft shh-ing noise barely reaching her ears.

"Aye aye," she breathes, waving her hands at him lightly. She's too tired to try and wrestle the six month old back to sleep anyways. Max hadn't been sleeping well lately, waking suddenly in bursts of tears and if she can get out of being the one to put a fussy baby back to bed, she'll take the opportunity.

With eyes half lidded Theresa makes her way across the hall to peek in on her other son, catching sight of his small figure in his new big boy bed before pulling the door almost closed and flipping the hall light switch off. With the sudden darkness the soft glow of flickering light coming from the stairs is more obvious. She heaves an sigh of frustration, thinking of her daughter and her new found habit of breaking every rule she discovers, before she heads down the stairs to deal with Alex.

She's half way down when she sees him, her husband, sprawled on the couch asleep with what looks to be a rodeo turned down low on the TV.

"Max." She means to shout, her voice coming out a harsh whisper as panic seizes her and before she has time to think, to process anything other than Jerry is not in Max's room she's up the stairs at a dead run and throwing open the door to her baby's room.

The scream is what woke him. Jerking upright quickly, sticky line of drool out the side of his mouth, and he doesn't even blink, adrenaline pounding through his veins as he darts up the stairs, breath harsh as he rushes nears the top. He pauses in the hall, trying to hear anything over the pounding in his chest, trying to think past the terror, already rationalizing. A dream. His breath slows slightly, sounding too loud in the hall of their apartment, as he feels the alarm start to slip away.

The door to the baby's room is wide open, an odd occurrence and he's still too panicked and paranoid after the recent fright not to at least go in and check on Max. Assure himself that he's ok before going off to find his wife, probably asleep in their bed, and hold her close until the mind numbing fear has dissipated.

He moves quietly, eyes still darting to the sides every few steps but he makes it to the side of the crib without incident, beginning to feel foolish for his mad dash up the stairs.

"Hey Maxie," he breathes, looking at the wide eyed stare of his fully awake little boy. One hand reaches out, meaning to touch, another reassurance, but something drips onto his hand. A warm, dark drop marring the olive tone and his eyebrows draw together in confusion. Another joins the first. It feels like his heart in his throat, stomach twisting as gray eyes slowing rise towards the ceiling. Theresa stares back, hair surrounding her like dark silk, mouth open in a silent scream, and a wide dark line of deep ominous red staining the white of her night gown in an angry dash across her stomach. If he looks hard enough he can just see where the fabric is ripped, where the skin beneath his bloody and torn, too much of the inside exposed and suddenly he's choking, back hitting the wooden arm of the rocking chair she had insisted they needed the first time she discovered she was pregnant.

He can't get her name past his lips, can't do more than stare up at his wife, into lifeless brown eyes. The sound of crying reaches his ears, breaks him out of the helpless terror that's gripped him. The baby is howling, loud sobs filling the air and Jerry notices the orange and black flames now licking at the ceiling, quickly coming closer to Theresa's body and finally he moves. Picks up Max and rushes for the door.

Justin is standing in the hall, eyes wide, staring up at his father. He barely thinks, shoves the baby into his eldest son's arms. "Take Max outside! Move!"

"Alex?" Justin barely gets the question out before he's backing up a step or two and turning, rushing down the stairs, crying baby clung tightly to his chest. Jerry turns back once, staring at the spot where his wife once was, now just a mass of flames before he runs to his daughter's bedroom. She jerks awake as he grabs her roughly, crying out and begins to struggle as he takes off after his son.

He's standing in the street, wide eyes staring up at the burning structure that was once their home and Jerry stands too, clutching a now crying two year old to his chest and let the numbness take him. Grief and rage will come, but for now he stands, his children by his side and lets the shock take over.

A/N: I know this is pretty close to the original, but I needed a reason for Jerry to have dragged his kids into the world of hunting, and the one from the show was just perfect. The next chapter will be pretty similar to the pilot as well, but as it goes on the monsters will be the same, but the interactions and how they get around to defeating them will change according to how I think Justin, Alex and Max would react to the situations.