"I'm babyproofing the parsonage," Much said, taking her hand but mostly using his legs to haul himself off the ground. "Seeing what trouble I can get into from down there. A lot. I crawled into the oven, earlier!" He locked the door behind her as he spoke, not making a show of the act, but not being subtle about it either.
He figured, if Lucifer was after him, he'd want to know all the doors were locked too. Yeah, the parsonage was warded, but there was something good and honest about a solid metal bolt that couldn't be beat.