Supernatural Imagines

Imagine Lucifer Kidnapping you to keep you safe during the apocolypse

Hoping this turns out really fluffy, and possibly not homicidal.

"Shut up, and come with me!" The blond, very attractive man put a hand over your mouth. You thrashed and kicked, but it seemed to have no effect on him. You tried to scream for Sam, or Dean. You bit him, and he pulled away his hand away for just a moment, but it was long enough to warn your brothers.
"SAM!" You screamed, and he clamped a hand over your mouth. Sam ran to your room. You fought him with everything you had. Sam stood wide-eyed at the man.
"Lucifer?" Sam demanded.
"Damn. I didn't want to have to do this, sweetheart, but I've got to." You struggled to keep his fingers away, but eventually they touched your forehead. You fell into a deep sleep.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Sam demanded, "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Sam's booming voice had woken Dean, and he rushed to your room. Lucifer ignored him, picking you up bridal-style.
"PUT HER DOWN, YOU ARROGANT DICK! <Roman, just so it isn't cursing, just a name.>"
Dean screamed at this gesture. You stirred in your slumber.
"SHHHH!" Lucifer hissed, "You'll wake her!" Dean shot a confused look at Sam.
"I'm not going to harm her. I'm not here for Sam either. Just shut up, for christ's sake!" Lucifer whispered. He zapped out. He laid you on a marvelous bed, fit for a queen. He tenderly caressed your cheek. 'What were these feelings?' He thought, 'Why do I care what happens to this human? No. That word doesn't feel right when referring to her. Girl. Why did he care what happened to this Girl. It was better. Closer to what he wanted, anyway." He knew she hated him, for what he was doing to her brothers, even if they were more of adopted brothers. But he didn't care. He had to keep you safe. He debated with himself for awhile, before kissing your hairline, leaving you to sleep. Something you hadn't truly done in weeks, months, possibly. As you woke up, you saw the room. You weren't at a motel, nor at Bobby's. Where were you? There were no windows, but there was a three doors. You opened the first to find a closet. The second one was to a bathroom, fully stocked, and the last one was locked. There was no where to even pick the lock. 'Where the hall am I?' You asked to yourself. You heard the sound of wings flapping. You turn around to see the man who is trying to take your brother. You backed up as far as you possibly could, looking for something to use as weapon. There was a vanity, but nothing big enough to use.
"Why am I here you evil-" he cut you off.
"I'm sorry. This is the only way I know you will be safe. I'm sorry." You were taken aback.
"What are you talking about?! Safe from what?" You were worried now.
"The apocalypse. Please, just listen to me, I-I can't lose you!" He had stepped closer, and you had relaxed. He grabbed your arm, but it wasn't like you had expected. It was light, soft, caring. You couldn't help but flicker your eyes between his lips and his eyes. He leaned in some, and you closed the gap, kissing him. It was a long, passionate, but not sexual kiss. He bit your bottom lip, and you moaned a little. He took this time to let his tongue explore your mouth. When you both pulled away you were breathless.
"I love you, y/n. I can't let you get hurt. Please. Just stay here until it's over." He was begging. Satan. Satan was begging you. You nodded.
"Yes. O-Okay. I will." He sighed with relief, and he pulled you into a tight hug, smoothing your hair, and kissing your hair.