I've been thinking.
I mean I've seen the future, so have some of you. I win, so, I win. But lets run with a hypothetical for a second. I do enjoy those.
You somehow lock me back up, every lock on the cage, every seal slips back into place. Including 33. That's the one that acted up in a way no one expected. Brought you all here when it opened.
Ruby and Sam would be fine, the abomination they spawned, Jo, she'd be fine, her girls too. Dean, well, he'd lose the one girl that ever lasted more than a drunk weekend but he'd get over it, that's what booze is for, right?
But what about the little fairytale, what about the bun in Romanoff's oven, or the sith girl, or Lady Locksley who by all rights should be dead in what you so laughingly used to call the holy land. What about those of you who go back to die, or those who found love across worlds. The fixed point in time and the solider assigned to protect the team that die around him, (Actually Harkness, is that what you saw in him) the vampire and the littlest Bennett, the doctor and the mess, Jaina Solo and...oh wait, he left you already, never mind.
Giving up a lot just to lock me away, aren't you?