The full name leaked at 8:04 on a Tuesday morning.
No one ever proved exactly how.
That was the official position.
Unofficially, there were only four realistic suspects.
Nina, because Nina believed in chaos when it served a greater artistic truth.
Marco, because Marco considered controlled rumor release a public service and a valid stress-management tool.
Tasha, because if she leaked it, she would do so with enough legal deniability to survive cross-examination.
Or Vlyluna herself, because nothing made her happier than watching Dean suffer consequences that were technically his own fault.
By 8:05, the first post hit the town board.
CONFIRMED BABY NAME?? VLYLENA VICTORIQUE WINCHESTER????
By 8:07, the county entered another fresh collapse.
By 8:10, Nina walked into the café, saw her phone vibrating across the counter like a trapped insect, glanced at the screen, and said with dead spiritual fatigue:
“Oh, for the love of God.”
Marta looked up from the pastry case. “What now?”
Nina held up the screen.
Marta read the post title.
Then looked toward the back stairs where Sam, Dean, the baby, and whatever remained of the family’s private peace were still upstairs.
Then back at Nina.
“That’s not possible.”