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Kappsmál (25.10.19) - translation

Kappsmál is a game show on RÚV about the Icelandic language; I think it started this year. The title itself is a play on words: kappsmál means an issue or aspiration of great importance to someone, but it's a compound of "kapp" (race/contest) and "mál" (which in the actual word means an issue, but also means language).

On October 25th’s episode, Matthías was one of the contestants on this show, his teammate being Alma Mjöll Ólafsdóttir, his housemate and one of his partners in the Little Kettle Theatre Company (Ketiltetur) in 2016, which I've translated an article about before. Thus, I have taken on the Herculean task of translating a game show about Icelandic wordplay. Oh boy. Strap yourselves in.

I'm not going to translate every word that is said; I'll translate Matthías and anything that provides context to something he says, but otherwise mostly give the gist of what's said. However, I will be explaining everything that's going on in the show, what the rounds are about and the words, wordplay and grammatical concepts involved. So this is going to be one for my Icelandic-curious readers!

The female host (Björg Magnúsdóttir) begins by introducing it as the show where Icelandic is "the alpha and the omega". She asks the male host, Bragi Valdimar Skúlason, what he's been up to tonight, and he says that he's been thinking about words that share the same letters and go together, which he calls "Siamese words", such as "traust sturta" (a sturdy shower). What kind of vehicle do you travel on between countries? "Iðulega galeiðu" (usually a galley).

Björg introduces the contestants, asking each one what they think is the most difficult Icelandic word. The first is actress and playwright Vala Kristín Eiríksdóttir, who says she was about to use "ströggla", which is slang, an Icelandicization of the English verb "to struggle", to describe her difficulties with the word "spúla", which means to wash something with a high-pressure water pump; some people say it's "smúla". Bragi agrees that people are divided on the matter; he grew up saying "spúla" but then he started working at a freezing plant and they'd say "smúla".

Her teammate is actress Júlíana Sara Gunnarsdóttir; the two of them form a comedy duo. Júlíana's most difficult word is declining the word "ær" (a female sheep). This word is one of a few that are infamously counterintuitive and people get them wrong all the time; the four cases go ær - á - á - ær. Björg says that, but then Júlíana challenges her on the plural, ær - ær - ám - áa. (The plural actually is more intuitive than the singular, but Björg still admits defeat.) Bragi quips, "Þess vegna var kindin fundin upp", or "That's why they invented the sheep", except that he's obviously referencing the word "kind", which also means a sheep but is easier to decline.

Matthías is introduced next, as a "playwright, hater [hatari] and of course Eurovision contestant. Matthías likes to fry asparagus in butter and garlic and enjoys boiling beans in a pot and putting into taco shells." His most difficult word is "ímyndunarveiki" - which is apparently officially defined as hypochondria, but in casual usage I've always felt it to mean being delusional or just overly lost in flights of fancy. Literally, this is a compound that means "imagination sickness", and Matthías says, "Because why is that a sickness?" He asks why it's not "ímyndunargleði", which is literally "imagination joy". When -gleði is used as a suffix, it tends be a word used to describe someone who enjoys something - e.g. "vinnugleði" for someone who's enthusiastic about their work - so "ímyndunargleði" would just mean "liking imagination".

Matthías goes on: "I think that's hard. Why is it a sickness to be imagination..." Björg suggests there's a kind of shame to it. "Yeah, it's a kind of imagination-shaming." Júlíana says, "That's how a playwright thinks." Matthías says "Yeah, isn't it? Why... I don't know. It seems very loaded, somehow. That's why I'd like to suggest ímyndunargleði."

Alma Mjöll, journalist, twin and author of opinion columns and stage projects, apparently likes to make guacamole for the aforementioned taco shells, because she and Matthías live together. Her most difficult Icelandic word is "brúðkaup" (wedding), which is a compound of "brúður" (bride) and "kaup" (purchase). She doesn't want to get married until this word has been changed, because of the dodgy connotations of that compound. Matthías nods. She also doesn't like "gifting" (marriage), which like in English implies the bride is a gift. Björg asks how she feels about "að ganga í hjónaband", another alternative that literally means "to go into a couple bond". Alma doesn't feel like that's neutral either, but some of the others suggest that's just a bond between individuals; she says she'll think about it.

Björg says "So you two just want to exterminate those two words." Matthías says "Yes. We're here to exterminate."

Next, the teams get names, which are created by Bragi by taking letters from their combined first names and making a word out of them. For Vala Kristín and Júlíana Sara, Bragi suggests Vínsala (a wine store), Snúllar (snúlla is a sort of general cutesy nickname, along the lines of "cutiepie"), Vínkjallarar (wine cellars) or Kínarúlla (Chinese roll), but ended up on Sjakalar (jackals). For Matthías and Alma Mjöll, he suggest Maísmjöl (corn flour), Tímatal (reckoning/calendar), Mjaltatíma (milking time) or Maltöl (malt beer, very popular in Iceland), but settled on Smjatt (the sound that you make when chewing loudly). Alma Mjöll gasps and calls it perfect. Matthías says something in response to this but I'm not quite sure what it is; it sounds like "Wasn't Smjatt going to come tonight?", but I'm not sure what he could be referencing there and I can't hear it super clearly.

Finally time for the actual game show! The first round is "The letter", where the contestants are given categories, and they're supposed to come up with as many words as possible that fall into this category and start with a given letter in ten seconds. For this episode, the letter is V.

Sjakalar go first.

The first category is "Men's names". They come up with Valur, Vignir, Vigfús, Valdimar, Villi and Víðir, all pretty common Icelandic men's names.

Next, they get "Animals" and only come up with "valur" again (which means a falcon in addition to being a name).

Next, "Verbs". Vaða (wade), velja (choose), vera (be), vakna (wake), vilja (want), vona (hope), and vita (know).

Then, "Cities". Varsjá (Warsaw), Vilnius, and “Volga no that's a river.”

"Jobs". Viðgerðarmaður (repairman) and verkamaður (labourer).

Next, they go over the answers. Bragi adds vatnabuffall (water buffalo), villisvín (hog) and vambi (wombat) to the animal category, and Björg suggests vampíra (vampire), though that one's obviously pretty dubious. They get 17 points all together.

Next, still a part of the letter round, they're supposed to see pictures of things that usually start with a V, only they're supposed to come up with new words for them that don't start with a V.

The first picture shows lipstick (varalitur). Vala comes up with "litastifti" (color stick). Júlíana starts to say "túss-" (marker), but doesn't manage to finish what was presumably meant to be a compound in time.

Next they get waders (vöðlur). Vala comes up with "vatnabuxur" (water pants), but unfortunately that also starts with a V. Then "buxnahlíf" (pants cover) and "fiskigræja" (fishing gear).

Then a flashlight (vasaljós), for which Vala suggests "ljósastöng" (light stick). Júlíana says "ljósapera", which is totally not a new word, it's just the word for a lightbulb. Vala comes up with "lýsiskaft" (lighting grip) and "ljósatæki" (light machine).

Next, a steamroller (valtari). Júlíana suggests "bílatrukkur" (car truck), Vala "vinnutæki" (work machine), then Júlíana "bílatæki" (car machine).

Finally, a vampire (vampíra). Vala suggests "blóðkona" (blood woman), "dauðadís" (death woman) and "dauðavera" (death creature); Júlíana "blóðmaður" (blood man).

Out of these, Bragi considers the lipstick, flashlight and vampire categories to have received valid contributions, with "litastifti", "lýsiskaft" and "dauðadís". I'm guessing this is judged subjectively. For this, they get six points, ending with 23.

Next up is Smjatt, still with the letter V, starting with the things that actually start with V.

For the category "Women's names", they come up with Vala, Valgerður and Vigdís, plus Matthías says "Vonheiður" and "Valheiður", which are not actually names but do sound like they could be, and Alma says "vinkona" (female friend) and "vorheiða", which are definitely not names.

Next, "Clothing". Matthías immediately says "vatnabuxur" (the water pants from earlier), but unfortunately doesn't come up with the original word, "vöðlur". Then "vínfatnaður" (wine clothes), and Alma says "vorklæðnaður" (spring clothes). Matthías adds "vorklæði" (spring clothes again) and "vorhúfa" (spring hat).

Then "Adjectives". Matthías says "vænn" (good), Alma says "vongóður" (hopeful), Matthías says "vær" (peaceful, as in sleeping peacefully), Alma says "veikur" (sick) and "veiklulegur" (sickly).

"Machines and tools". Matthías says "vísindaglas" (science glass, which is not actually what we call a vial).

"Companies". Matthías says "Velcro" (not Icelandic, but okay), Alma says "Valitor" (which is). Matthías says "Vinabær" (friend town), which actually exists and is apparently a place that hosts bingo. Alma says "Viss ehf.", a mobile phone insurance company.

Bragi thinks Vonheiður and Vorheiða should totally be names. When he gets to the machines and tools category, Matthías asks, "Can you help us a bit there?" Bragi suggests "vélsög" (chainsaw), "vélbor" (power drill) and "valtari" (steamroller). All in all, this got them 14 points.

Next, for the new words that don't start with a V:

First, a crib (vagga). Alma suggests "barnarúm" (child bed), Matthías "barnadýna" (child mattress) and then "barnadýnugrind" (child mattress frame), Alma "barnagrind" (child frame), which is very unlikely to catch on because it's frighteningly close to "barnagirnd" (pedophilia). Matthías says "barnahristir" (child shaker), which is hilarious, and "barnasvæfir" (child put-to-sleep-er).

Then, a glass of water (vatnsglas). Matthías says "glesill" (an actual proper non-compound neologism deriving from "glas" with a vowel shift), "drykkjarfang" (drinking utensil, already a word) and "drykkjarberi" (drink carrier).

Next, a waffle (vaffla). Matthías suggests "Belgíuskonsa" (Belgian scone), "Belgíubrauð" (Belgian bread), "Belgíuvinur" (Belgian friend) and "Belgíumatur" (Belgian food). Alma says "ekkipansa" (not a pancake), which is also amazing.

Then, some grapes (vínber). Matthías suggests "Ameríkurúsínur" (American raisins), and Alma starts to say Brazilian something but the time runs out.

Finally, an alarm clock (vekjaraklukka). Alma says "klukkuvinur" (clock friend), Matthías says "morgunhani" (morning rooster, also a term for an early riser) and "morgunfjandi" (morning devil).

Bragi judges "barnasvæfir", "glesill"/"drykkjarberi", "Belgíubrauð"/"Belgíuskonsa" and "morgunfjandi" to be valid, and thus they get eight points, ending with 22.

The next round is "Óorð", which can mean slander, but is literally "Un-words". In this round, they will see four words, of which one does not exist: it's an unword. The contestants need to guess which is the unword and what the other three words mean.

Sjakalar start again. The four words are "Draumhugi" (dream mind), "Draumsvæfa" (dream sleeper), "Svefnpungur" (sleep scrotum) and "Bliksvefn" (flicker sleep). They guess that the unword is draumsvæfa; svefnpungur sounds like it'd be fake, but something about it sounds familiar. They are correct. They also correctly guess that "draumhugi" is basically equivalent to the English word "dreamer" - someone who daydreams. Matthías suggests maybe such a person is ímyndunarglaður; Vala suggests "ímyndunarvirkur" (imagination-active).

For svefnpungur, Vala first thinks of a sleep mask but she knows that's not it. Júlíana suggests it might be similar to "svefnpurka", which is a gently derogatory term for someone who sleeps a lot, like "sleepyhead". Then she suggests maybe it's just a pillow. This is incorrect, so they ask Smjatt for their take. Matthías asks as an aside whether it's svefnpurka or svefnburka, but the answer is inconclusive (it's definitely svefnpurka, what). Alma suggests either it's where you put your money while you sleep, or it's somebody who's really grumpy in the morning. Bragi explains that it's actually just bags under your eyes. (I have never heard this word, but it makes a lot of sense.)

They guess bliksvefn is dozing off shallowly. That's wrong. Matthías suggests when you fall asleep suddenly. Bragi explains it's actually REM sleep (where your eyes flicker), which immediately makes sense to everyone. Icelandic compounds can be cool and transparent like that.

The next batch of words, for Team Smjatt, is "Næturgöltur" (night hog), "Náttsvín" (night pig), "Náttfilla" (night membrane), and "Blóðnætur" (blood nights). Matthías says, "I think it's suspicious that that filla doesn't have a y" - fylla is a common word meaning fill, filla is a word that I had to look up in a dictionary just now. Alma comments on how there's both næturgöltur and náttsvín; Matthías says "Yes, they're trying to trick us." At "blóðnætur" he just blinks and says "I have no clue. We are being lassoed into a trap." Matthías thinks the unword is "náttfilla", because what is a filla without a y. Alma thinks it's næturgöltur. They go with næturgöltur, but it's actually náttsvín. Alma thinks náttsvín sounds cuter than næturgöltur.

Now they're supposed to guess what næturgöltur is. Alma suggests someone who misbehaves in their sleep. Matthías suggests, "Someone who sleepwalks, makes noise, swears..." Then he suggests maybe it's a nocturnal animal, maybe in forests. This is wrong, so the question goes over to Sjakalar. Júlíana says it just makes her think of her husband, who snores a lot.

Bragi explains it's actually not "göltur" as in hog, it's a different word that means wandering - so næturgöltur is wandering in the night. Matthías asks if the animal is actually derived from this other word, which Bragi says it is!

Time for the mysterious náttfilla. Matthías and Alma jokingly pronounce it as if it were Swedish, then Matthías says, "I'm just going to admit that I have no idea." Alma suggests maybe it's a piece of clothing. Bragi throws it over to the other team; Vala says she thinks it's derived from "fullur" (full) and that it means when you get a full night's sleep, but as Bragi points out, she got confused there; if it were derived from fullur it would have a y. Vala can hear her mother's disappointment in her. Bragi explains it's actually a nighttime fog.

Finally, we're looking at blóðnætur. Matthías says "See, we had vampires, or night women, or what was it - death women. So that's where I'm at." Alma suggests, "Something bad happened this night." He agrees; "The blood nights, where a lot of people died. They were great blood nights." Bragi says they're on the right track, but not quite. Sjakalar suggest it's when the sky is red at sunset. My guess would have been that it means a period, as in menstruation, but no, apparently it's "the time just after a man has been slain, when the thirst for revenge is at its peak". #relatable, eh?

All in all, Sjakalar got seven points, and Smjatt got zero, leaving Sjakalar with 30 and Smjatt with 22.

The next round is "The Pump". In this one, a combination of letters is displayed, and then each contestant in turn has to name a word starting with this exact combination of letters in a few seconds; if they fail, they're eliminated. The letters are "Tja", and:

Vala: tjara (tar)

Júlíana: tjald (tent)

Matthías: Tjarnargata (Pond Street, a street in Reykjavík)

Alma: tjaldur (Eurasian oystercatcher, a bird common in Iceland)

Vala: tjasla (to patch something together)

Júlíana: "tjassa" (not a word; she's eliminated)

Matthías: tjatta (Icelandicization of "to chat")

At this, they stop. Bragi is doubtful. Matthías says "Young people do it every day." "Doesn't that have a ch?" asks Björg. Matthías says he thought the Icelandic version had a tj. "I thought it was such a progressive language." For what it's worth I agree with him; c is not a letter in Icelandic and if you're using the word at all it should be spelled with a tj. But it's not yet in the dictionary of modern Icelandic, so Matthías is out. We continue:

Alma: tjaldbúðir (camp)

Vala: tjaldvagn (wagon)

Alma: tjaldstöng (tentpole)

Vala: tjaldútilega (tent camping)

Alma: "That's not a word! tjald...aðu" (pitch a tent, imperative)

Vala: tjaldsvæði (camping ground)

Alma: tjarnarhringur (a circle around a pond; might be, for example, walking around the Pond in Reykjavík)

Vala: Tjarnarbíó (Pond Cinema, a theater near the Pond in Reykjavík)

Alma: tjarnardrulla (pond mud)

And at that Bragi stops her; it's not in the dictionary. With that, Sjakalar get five more points, jumping up to 35. Matthías says "I'm still in shock about the chat." Bragi says he has a certain sympathy for him.

The next round is "Þvers og kruss", which is an idiom meaning "all over the place" or "back and forth", but it's reminiscent of a crossword; þvers means across, and kruss is apparently a sailing term but sounds like kross (cross). It's basically like two simultaneous rounds of hangman, where the two words cross each other, and the teams take turns guessing a letter, which might help the other team.

Team Smjatt gets to pick which word they want; they pick across/horizontal. Björg asks why, and Matthías says with a shrug, "She asked what my feeling was, and I just..."

To help, they're told the words are both birds. (Matthías says something, but I can't make it out.)

For the first letter guess, Matthías and Alma guess T, which appears twice in the other word but not at all in theirs.

Team Sjakalar guess Ð, but there's no Ð in either word.

Next Matthías says, "We want E." There is one E in their word, and Matthías says "Smjattið er ekki dautt", or "The chewing isn't dead," obviously referring to their team.

Sjakalar guess I, of which there is one in their word.

Smjatt guess S, of which there is none. Matthías says "Þetta er ógeðslega spenandi", which means "This is incredibly exciting." You may recognize the word "ógeðslegur" from Klámstrákur; it literally means "disgusting", but in this adverb form it's used frequently as a generic intensifier.

Team Sjakalar guess U, which is in their own word again.

For their next guess, Matthías and Alma are whispering to each other. Matthías suggests N, and Alma goes "Yeah... no!" Matthías says "But then we're just out." Presumably they're thinking of the fact it's very likely N is in Sjakalar's word as well (it's one of the most common letters in Icelandic). They end up going with K. Matthías says "We're still just shooting in the dark." Luckily, there are indeed two K's in their word.

Sjakalar guess Ú. (Note how U and Ú are considered completely separate letters in Icelandic.) There is an Ú in their word, and at this point I know it's "Turtildúfa" (turtle dove).

Smjatt is still having trouble. Matthías: "U...O?" Alma: "No, stop." Matthías: "I'm just saying, taking a shot, taking risks." Alma: "Okay, take risks. You do that." So they guess O, which is in neither word.

Sjakalar guess F. They've probably worked out their word too.

Matthías asks if they've guessed B yet, which they haven't. "We might maybe want to guess that." Bragi says "Very good letter, one of the best, but it's not in these words." Björg says "Það eru smá áföll að dynja yfir smjattið", which you might translate as something like "There are some setbacks raining down on the chewing."

Sjakalar guess L, which is of course also in their word.

Matthías is confused that there isn't an I at the end of theirs - a word ending in -ki would be pretty typical. (Their word is probably actually something ending in "kráka", or crow.) Matthías: "H!" Alma: "M!" Matthías: "Or M!" But then they both go with H, which is not in either word.

Sjakalar guess D, predictably enough, but it's also the first letter of Matthías and Alma's word. At this point I figure it's probably "Dvergkráka", or "dwarf crow" (Western jackdaw).

Matthías and Alma are still puzzled. Alma jokingly says "The bird Dekk", "dekk" being a car tire. Matthías says "We were just talking about this at home, Googling bird species. We didn't do it." Alma: "We didn't." Matthías: "Did you?" Alma: "I didn't." They go with R, of which there are two in their word, but unfortunately one overlaps with Sjakalar's.

This means Sjakalar have only one letter left, and they guess A and complete their word. Matthías says something like "Nú kannski kemur í ljós hvað þau voru... Fórnir til að ná árangri", or "Now maybe we'll find out what they were... Sacrifices for success”; not sure what he’s getting at. Bragi asks Team Smjatt if they know their word yet, but they look confused, and instead Júlíana guesses dvergkráka, at which Matthías and Alma clearly feel very stupid. Bragi calls it "A very nice bird, a friend to its friends."

Either way, Sjakalar have won the round and get ten points for it. They're now at 45 to Smjatt's 22.

For the next round, both teams have a bag with Scrabble tiles representing "Turtildúfa", except the D has been replaced with an S, and they're supposed to make a new word out of them, as long as they can, in sixty seconds. Bragi adds, "It has to be in the dictionary. No tjatt."

While the teams work on it, Björg and Bragi discuss how tjatt really should be at least in the slang dictionary, because people use it.

As the sixty seconds finish, Matthías asks, "Does it have to be in the nominative case?", which is the "default" case for words, the one you'd actually find in a dictionary - it doesn't. Their word is "súldar", which is the genitive case of "súld" (drizzle). Bragi muses it could also be the name of a country; Matthías says "The sultan of Súldar?" Sjakalar's word is "saltur" (salty). Alma: "Does that exist?" Matthías: "That exists." Alma: "I'm joking."

Bragi tells them they could theoretically have made the words "fúlastri" (a bit weird-sounding, but a form of "fúl" (grumpy/annoyed, feminine)) or "litfastur" ("color-stuck", something that doesn't change color easily). Matthías says "That would've been cool." "Trúlausi" (atheist) and "trúfasti" (faithful) are both also in there; Matthías says "Ah, we didn't see the 'trú'."

Either way, each team gets six points for making a word six letters long. They're now at Sjakalar 51, Smjatt 28.

It's time for another round of The Pump. Björg says "We're hearing groans of anguish from the contestants." Matthías: "It was so stressful last time." This time, rather than finding a word starting with the given letter combination, they must find a word with that letter combination in the middle of the word, but not at the start. The letters this time are "ölv".

Matthías: "Not the most pleasant word to start with, but ofurölvi!" (super drunk)

Alma: fölvi (paleness)

Vala: bölvun (curse)

Júlíana: völva (seeress)

Matthías: völvuspá (seeress prophecy; he makes a face at this, probably because he's actually thinking of the ancient poem Völuspá, but they give it a pass)

Alma: "ofurölvasssss... ohh!" She's out.

Vala: tölva (computer)

Júlíana: Sölva (masculine name)

Matthías: tölvuleikjaforritari (video game developer, I love him)

Vala: tölvuskjár (computer monitor)

Júlíana: mölva (smash to bits)

Matthías: "I'm just stuck on the computers. Tölvumús?" (computer mouse)

Vala: tölvuhleðslutæki (computer charger) - but she's too late and she's out.

Júlíana: tölvutækni (computer technology)

Matthías: tölvuleikjamót (video game tournament)

Júlíana: tölvutakkaborð ("computer button board" - she was obviously trying to say "tölvulyklaborð" (computer keyboard) but apparently this counts)

Matthías: tölvuleikjaleikmaður (video game player)

Júlíana: "Grölva?" Obviously just guessing, and this is not a word; she's out.

Thus, Matthías wins this round, and they get five points - 51 to 33.

The next round is called "Frasakássa", or "phrase casserole". They get a grid of letters and are supposed to find a line from an Icelandic pop song in it. After a few seconds Matthías asks, "They can be diagonal?"; they can be, but not backwards. Matthías and Alma end up getting it: "Haltu í höndina á mér og ekki sleppa" (hold my hand and don't let go), a lyric from the song Í síðasta skipti, which was apparently one of the Söngvakeppnin entries in 2015; I didn't follow the contest that year and don't think I've ever heard this song before.

They can get extra points by naming the songwriter(s). Smjatt guess Friðrik Dór [Jónsson]; Júlíana says Ásgeir Orri [Ásgeirsson] and Pálmi Ragnar [also Ásgeirsson; they are brothers]. They're all well-known songwriters, and it turns out all three of them worked together to write this song, so neither team gets points for that. Team Smjatt gets ten points for being the first to find the phrase, though, bringing them to 43 points. Matthías balks at getting ten whole points for this. Júlíana says yeah, it was hard, and Vala adds she'd started screaming a sentence from one of the Passion Hymns.

It's time for the final round of the night, "stafapressan" (Letter Press/Letter Pressure). They can choose a six-point, twelve-point or eighteen-point question. The way this works is that they get a phrase and a grammatical form to put it in; one team member has to say it out loud, and then the other has to spell it correctly.

Team Smjatt go first because they have fewer points. Alma says, "We could win." Matthías says, "You have to take risks to succeed. We did that for the last round." So they go with an eighteen-point question! Alma volunteers to spell, leaving Matthías with the task of declining the phrase correctly. When Björg asks if he's ready, he says "Oh my god."

His phrase is "velgja volgan elg" (to warm a lukewarm moose). They want this in the imperative singular superlative plural dative. (You may note there's both a singular and a plural in there. What they mean by it is that the imperative should be singular but the noun plural - that is, commanding one person to warm multiple of the lukewarmest moose. In Icelandic, the adjective is declined and pluralized along with the noun.)

Matthías doesn't take long to say, "Velgdu volgustu--" and then he pauses to decline "elgur" in the definite plural to be absolutely sure: "Hér eru elgirnir um elgina frá elgunum - velgdu volgustu elgunum." "Are you locking it like that?" "Yes." Very confident, and totally correct. Alma also spells it out without problems, and they get their eighteen points, putting them at 61 points, suddenly ten points ahead of Sjakalar. Bragi notes that "elgjunum" would also have been accepted.

It's time for Sjakalar to decide which difficulty they want. Júlíana notes that she's just thinking of winning, for which they'd need twelve points; Alma says "No, Vala, think of your mom!", referring back to Vala's earlier comment about how her mom would be so disappointed in her getting something wrong. But they decide to go with the twelve points, and Júlíana steps back to be the speller.

Vala's phrase is "sigggróið ilsig", or "a callused flatfoot", and they want the dative singular comparative definite form: the more callused flatfoot. With some difficulty, she comes up with "sigggrónara ilsigisins" - but unfortunately that's the genitive and not the dative, which she would definitely have known if she were putting it in a sentence, but it's confusing keeping track of all those grammatical cases under pressure. Júlíana panics at the looming time limit and also fails to correctly spell what Vala just said, and all in all they definitively lose the round, leaving them still with 51 points to Matthías and Alma's 61. Team Smjatt has claimed victory!

When Bragi explains Vala's error and that it should have been "sigggrónara ilsiginu", Alma quips, "A common mistake." Júlíana notes that she didn't think there was much of a difference between the difficulty of the twelve-point phrase and the eighteen-point phrase, which Matthías agrees with, and I have to agree too; I honestly think I probably would've had more trouble with sigggrónara ilsiginu than velgdu volgustu elgunum. (The latter was worth more points because it's three words rather than two.)

Vala says Júlíana's probably going to break off their professional relationship; Alma says it would've been worse if they'd lost, because they live together. "If I'd screwed it up in the final stretch with the moose..." Matthías: "Matthías, get out on the street."

Finally, for the viewers at home, they ask for social media suggestions for a word for the divider that you place on the conveyor at a store between your stuff and the people before and after you. Vala suggests there's already a word for that - "vöruaðskilnaðarferna", or "product separation cuboid" (or rather, presumably they're going for cuboid, but as it is the word "ferna" is exclusively used for cardboard containers around liquid, like milk cartons or juice boxes). This is an extremely, extremely awkward word and Matthías goes "Ugh!" Me too, Matthías.

As they ask for people to post their suggestions on the #kappsmál hashtag, they say "Just spray it out!", which just reminds me of Griðastaður, but that's probably not intended to be a reference.

#kappsmál #matthías tryggvi haraldsson #translation #icelandic

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The Illustrious Wendy Van Camp Interview!

Author Interview: Chris J. Breedlove

October 23, 2019

Wendy Van Camp

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I asked Author Chris Breedlove what his motto for being a writer was. He answered:

A Writer is… A humble, receptive student and negotiator But the heart that beats within his/her breast Is a determined savage Unfamiliar with surrender

Please welcome this savvy science fiction author to No Wasted Ink.

My name is Chris Harold Stevenson and I’m 67 years young. I go by the pen name Christy J. Breedlove for my YA books and stories. Yes, I changed gender entirely. That’s another story.

My early writing accomplishment were multiple hits within a few years: In my first year of writing back in 1987, I wrote three SF short stories that were accepted by major slick magazines which qualified me for the Science Fiction Writers of America, and at the same time achieved a Finalist award in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest. This recognition garnered me a top gun SF agent at the time, Richard Curtis Associates. My first novel went to John Badham (Director) and the producers, the Cohen Brothers. Only an option, but an extreme honor. The writer who beat me out of contention for a feature movie was Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park. My book was called Dinothon.

A year after that I published two best-selling non-fiction books and landed on radio, TV, in every library in the U.S. and in hundreds of newspapers.

I have been trying to catch that lightning in a bottle ever since. My YA dystopian novel, The Girl They Sold to the Moon won the grand prize in a publisher’s YA novel writing contest, went to a small auction and got tagged for a film option. So, My latest release is Sceamcatcher: Web World, and it’s showing some promise. I’m getting there, I hope!

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I considered myself a writer when I published the two shorts in Amazing Stories magazine. I actually considered myself an author after my first non-fiction book was published and hit the media. It seems I had to have legitimate credits in order to claim such status.

Can you share a little about your current book with us?

I can give you the basic summary, or the extended blurb:

When seventeen-year-old Jory Pike cannot shake the hellish nightmares of her parent’s deaths, she turns to an old family heirloom, a dream catcher. Even though she’s half-blood Chippewa, Jory thinks old Native American lore is so yesterday, but she’s willing to give it a try. However, the dream catcher has had its fill of nightmares from an ancient and violent past. After a sleepover party, and during one of Jory’s most horrific dream episodes, the dream catcher implodes, sucking Jory and her three friends into its own world of trapped nightmares. They’re in an alternate universe—locked inside of an insane web world filled with murders, beasts, and thieves. How can they find the center of the web where all good things are allowed to pass? Where is the light of salvation? Are they in hell?

What inspired you to write this book?

It all started with a dream catcher. This iconic item, which is rightfully ingrained in Indian lore, is a dream symbol respected by the culture that created it. It is mystifying, an enigma that that prods the imagination. Legends about the dream catcher are passed down from multiple tribes. There are variations, but the one fact that can be agreed upon is that it is a nightmare entrapment device, designed to sift through evil thoughts and images and only allow pleasant and peaceful dreams to enter into the consciousness of the sleeper.

I wondered what would happen to a very ancient dream catcher that was topped off with dreams and nightmares. What if the nightmares became too sick or deathly? What if the web strings could not hold any more visions? Would the dream catcher melt, burst, vanish, implode? I reasoned that something would have to give if too much evil was allowed to congregate inside of its structure. I found nothing on the Internet that offered a solution to this problem—I might have missed a relevant story, but nothing stood out to me. Stephen King had a story called Dream Catcher, but I found nothing in it that was similar to what I had in mind. So I took it upon myself to answer such a burning question. Like too much death on a battlefield could inundate the immediate location with lost and angry spirits, so could a dream catcher hold no more of its fill of sheer terror without morphing into something else, or opening up a lost and forbidden existence. What would it be like to be caught up in another world inside the webs of a dream catcher, and how would you get out? What would this world look like? How could it be navigated? What was the source of the exit, and what was inside of it that threatened your existence? Screamcatcher: Web World, the first in the series, was my answer. I can only hope that I have done it justice.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I’m a fruit salad of other known writer’s influences. Oh, like what I consider stylists: Poul Anderson, Virgin Planet, Peter Benchley, The Island and Jaws, Joseph Wambaugh, The Onion Field and Black Marble, Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park, Alan Dean Foster, Icerigger trilogy, and some Stephen King. Anne Rice impresses with just about anything she has written. I think it’s the humor and irony that attracts me the most–and it’s all character-related

How did you come up with the title of this book?

After I had the idea/premise for the book, having researched similar works, if any, I found that I had something very unique. It dawned on me to name the book Screamcatcher since it was a play on words and it sounded impactful. Again, I researched that word and only found that it was used in a short story about a kid having a tooth extraction. I knew then that I was home free. I was continuously complimented by all of the publishers and editors who saw the title. It’s the first book in the series, and I have sub-titles for the other two as well, which are sold and just about ready for editing.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

I’m not very heavy-handed when it comes to delivering messages in my books. I want to avoid any preaching at all costs. I do include the basic/standard survival, loyalty, courage and persistence themes in my young characters, as well as emotional growth and cooperation. I did hide, or rather include, a very deep and subtle message in the story that I think most will gloss over or not recognize altogether. And that is my belief that sometimes the nice guy finishes first and gets the gal. I wanted something that swerved away from the controlling, domineering alpha male that is so often seen in other works of YA and romance. I wanted a slow burn sweet romance that was touching. Quite a few reviewers recognized this message and I got kudos for it. That was a RELIEF.

Are experiences in this book based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

The main character Jorlene (Jory) is named after my sister. Although she does not resemble the FMC physically, she does so in an emotional sense. Her boyfriend, Choice Daniels, is named after my great-nephew. All of my books contain the names of my extended family members. And there are parts of them that show through in the personalities of the fictional characters.

What authors have most influenced your life? What about them do you find inspiring?

Other than those stylists mentioned above, I had direct contact with members of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America. Alan Dean Foster, Richard Curtis, Robert Bloch, Bob Heinlein, Clive Barker, and others. From their Youtube instruction videos and articles, JK Rowling, Anne Rice, and Stephen King have inspired me tremendously with their no-nonsense attitude about hammering those keys in spite of depression, lack of motivation or pure laziness.

If you had to choose, is there a writer would you consider a mentor? Why?

That honor would go to Poul Anderson who wrote back to me habitually and gave me guidance in the industry when I needed it the most. He took out his valuable time to befriend me and answer so many questions. Can you tell I’m a dinosaur yet?

Who designed the cover of your book? Why did you select this illustrator?

Carlone Andrus of Melange Books, Fire & Ice YA division rendered the cover after reading the book. I had a different idea in mind, but she absolutely nailed it. The compliments have never stopped coming. Most of the plot is revealed on the cover but you would have to search very hard to put it all together.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Watch your spending on ads–they can be grossly ineffective. Use social media and generously interact with fellow writers and readers. Don’t abuse FB and Twitter solely for the purpose of “Buy My Book.” Join writing groups and learn from the pros. Ask politely for reviews–don’t pressure, harass or intimidate. Be creative. Target your genre readers. Offer incentives and freebies. Craft a newsletter and send it out bi-monthly. Don’t take critiques as personal attacks–learn from honest opinions. Don’t despair. Never give up. Revenge query. I run a writer’s advocate blog and I pull no punches.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

If you think that you’ve had it tough, I recommend you watch Magic Beyond Words, the life story of Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Books just don’t happen. They are nurtured and raised from infancy, just like a budding writer is. This business might quit you, but you cannot quit the business. Stay active and attentively writing.

Chris J. Breedlove Sylvania, Alabama

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snake-house · 7 years

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Dean Winchester X Male!Reader- soundproofing. pt. 1

Dean Winchester X Male!Werewolf!Reader

warnings: sexual themes [smut thing], language, mpreg themes yo

he/him pronouns used for reader

i don't put [male name] mainly because my name is gender neutral, so i just put [name]

*reader probably in mid-to-late twenties

**note this isn't really set during a specific season/episode/ yada-yada

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"I can't thank you enough Bobby," You said the older male for about the hundredth time, "are you sure this isn't too much to ask?"

You heard a sigh escape the man, "[Name], How many times do I have to tell you it's fine? I wouldn't have offered if it was a burden."

The two of you were currently attempting to temporally soundproof Bobby's panic room, you were more than happy to help because he was doing this for you after all.

"The only issue is," Bobby said turning to you, "Is if the boys return too soon, because we won't be able to fully soundproof the room." You nodded to his words, turning back to the walls.

"As long as they think nothing of it, I'll be fine." You flash him an uneasy smile, turning back to your work. "I would even be fine with you telling them I'm going through a rampage, or have been possessed."

"I am not doing that." You laughed at his answer, letting the silence wash over you two once again.

The entire process took almost a full day, it was a big room, and because you've never done this before you had to be guided through the whole process.

The two of you emerged from basement around seven in the evening, catching odd stares from the Winchester brothers who were staying for the night before heading off for another hunt.

You were kind enough, you had a slight temper, but your pure heart made up for the fact. Sam took an instant liking to you, after he got over the fact that Bobby was housing a werewolf without warning them, because you were so honest and quick with your words.

Dean on the other hand didn't like you at all. First he couldn't get over the fact you were so

small

for a male werewolf. Kind of scrawny when you first met and a head shorter than him, making you actually shorter than Bobby as well. (Thankfully, you've bulked up a bit since staying with them and thus making you less scrawny). But there was the fact you totally lacked confidence and authority most pure-blood werewolves had.

That was also a factor that gave the boys some relief, for you being a pure-blood, you had more control over your animal side.

It being just shy of four months staying with Bobby, the older Winchester just now started warming up to you and acting like you were apart of the crew.

"Do you know what [Name] and Bobby have been up to?" Dean asked with a mouth full of chips to his brother.

Sam shrugged, "Something about soundproofing the panic room for safety precautions."

"What?" His head turned to the kitchen where you two were cleaning up, "Why? Wouldn't you want to hear what was going on outside?"

"Like I said, some safety stuff Bobby was talking about, and it's so no-one can here what's going on in the panic room." He sighed.

"Well we could have helped, why didn't [Name] say anything?"

Sam looked over his laptop with a blank expression, "You know him, he doesn't like help, and he told me when I asked he didn't want to tire us out before we leave tomorrow."

Dean was going to continue complaining about how ridiculous you were, but you walked through the room with an armful of water bottles and granola bars and other miscellaneous things.

"What are you doing now?" Dean inquired with an annoyed look.

"Stocking the panic room." You replied easily, walking past him.

The older boy caught a whiff of something that made him want to drool, "Did you get some kind of new cologne?" Dean blurted, turning to follow you down to the room, "It's a nice smell on you." He didn't know why he complimented you, it just came out.

The question made you flush and tense as you felt him following you, "N-No, I sweat off anything I could have been wearing today."

Dean opened the door for you with the hand that was still holding his bag of chips, "That's weird," All you could do was nod.

You put up the water bottles and snacks on one of the tables in there as dean looked around at your project.

"I still don't understand why you guys did this, it was fine before. And why are you putting snacks down here if they're just going to go bad."

"You're asking a lot of questions." You stated, fidgeting nervously from where you stood by the bed.

You could feel your senses becoming hyperaware of Dean's presence. And because you may or may not have a thing for the hunter, made it worse. Everything was getting hot and panic rose to your throat.

"And all my questions need answers." Dean smirked with a playful hint in his words, but when he turned to you, a look of confusion rose to his features.

You looked sweaty and uncomfortable but in an almost alluring way, and the

smell

rolling off of you was driving him crazy.

"Well I don't have to answer anything you ask," You murmured, trying to look indifferent, “The food will be fine, I’ll make sure it gets eaten,and Bobby thought the soundproofing would make it safer, simple as that.”

Dean eyed you carefully, there was something off about you, but he didn’t want to push it too far, “Okay fine, cool.”

You nodded, slipping out of the room, not unaware by the way you felt Dean's eyes follow you. Sam and Bobby were talking about the hunt their were going off on tomorrow, it was estimated to last about five days, including driving, and the hope that everything went well. The two were going to break up a small vampire nest that was terrorizing a small town on the border of Washington and Oregon. "I'm going take a shower and turn in early," You said to the two, "So, if you're gone before I wake, good luck." You chimed sweetly to Sam, making your way up the stairs. "You sure you don't want to come?" Sam asked, making you stop, he saw the nervous shine in your eyes. Bobby gave you a nod of assurance, silently meaning he'd back you up, "Uh, not this time, you know vampires... Not for me." "I thought you weren't one to shine belief of the fictional rivalry between the two species." Dean remarked. You laughed nervously, "I just think he doesn't want to, which is fine by the way, so have a good shower and sleep well." Sam defended you, making you smile. It ticked Dean off a little that Sam could make you smile so easily, when he only received blank looks and nervous glances away. "Fine, good night." Dean shrugged, his eyebrows furrowed together. You nodded, muttering a 'good night' back and rushing up the stairs. -- Sam and dean were checking all of their guns and ammo before they headed out the next morning. The sun was rising fast over the horizon. There was little talk shared between the brothers. "Is something up with [Name]?" Dean suddenly blurted, "He seems to be off recently." Sam shrugged, not looking up to his brother's question, "Not too sure, but I know what you're talking about." He finished cleaning one of their shotguns. "I asked Bobby about it last night, but he didn't shed any light on it. He could just be getting sick." Dean didn't respond, silently pondering over the idea of you coming down with a cold, but he just didn't buy it. He decided to focus on the hunt they were going on, you could wait. -- "I'm sorry for whatever I'm going to say or do in advance." You stated with a blush as Bobby followed you down to the panic room to give the place one last look before he would lock you in there later. "Don't sweat it kid, it's just your nature, even if you won't be yourself." You walked to the bed in the middle of the room and looked around. "If you plan on sticking around though," Bobby started, rubbing the back of his neck, "This won't be the first time and you'll have to tell the boys some day." You gave a shy smile at his words and nodded. You already knew you'd have to come clean about your dirty little secret, but, not yet. "I know, but..." Bobby gave you a look like a father would when you know what you were supposed to do, "Fine, I'll tell Sam, they're still here right?" He nodded, "They're running a little behind so yeah, but I'd hurry up if I were you." "Right." You agreed and quickly left the panic room to find the younger Winchester. You found him outside checking a few of the guns in the Impala. Dean wasn't in sight, perfect. "Hey Sam?" You walked around the car to him with your hands clasped behind your back, "Can I talk to you about something before you leave?" To give you all his attention, he put the gun down and leaned against the car, "Yeah, what's up?" You could already feel the blush forming on your face as you thought over how you would word this. "Um, well it has to do with my biology. But first, please promise me you won't tell Dean." Sam stood up to his full height, sensing that this was kind of a serious conversation, "Of course. If you don't want him to know, your secret is safe with me." He gave you a gentle pat on the back, "So what is it? You said your biology, right?" You rubbed your neck, thanking him for agreeing to keeping their from Dean. "Yeah, ok, so you know the gist about Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics? Ok well, there is this whole thing about my species dying off because of hunters like you, so we've kind of evolved to procreate at a faster rate... And through this evolution, I'm an omega, a male one obviously." You started blushing again, avoiding his eye contact, "And omega's have these 'heats' to ensure breeding and up repopulation, no mater what gender. And I'm going into heat anytime soon, so I just wanted to let you know, well, Bobby made me let you know." Sam stayed quiet for a moment, digesting what you were saying and cleared his throat, "Oh, I guess that explains what you were doing in the panic room yesterday, and I guess that's also why you seem a bit... off?" You nodded, "Yes, and also kind of a warning if you get back from the hunting trip early, and just please try not to? I won't be myself, it will be really embarrassing if you guys came back early." "Gotcha, I'll try to not let that happen." You smiled, "Thank you, I really appreciate it, really." You gave him a quick hug, seeing Dean come out of the house with Bobby, "Have a safe trip!" You called out before rushing past Dean into the house. You heard him take in a death breath, almost choking on your scent. It was embarrassing to know you were reeking that much where he noticed you.

-- Bobby stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he headed towards the door, "How will I know when to let you out again?" "Trust me, you'll know." And with that, he shut the door, locking you in the room. You sighed and let your top half fall back on the old bed. It was a day after the boys left when you woke up and knew it was going to start. You were so thankful the boys were gone, meaning you didn't have to hide your sweatiness or natural musk that was apparently so strong Dean could smell it. 'Which he really shouldn't be able to smell...' You thought absently. You smiled a little at that, at least he thought you smelled good, in human terms it meant your immune systems were compatible for strong offspring, in werewolf terms, if he was one, you two were compatible to be mates. Your smile faltered, you didn't ever want to tell Dean how disgusting you were. You dreaded the fact that you were a werewolf ever since you were realized what your kind was capable of, and to top everything off, you were a male omega. It was weird enough when you accidentally, but very bluntly, stated you were gay after they tried to set you up with some girl they met at a bar, so now if you were to explain the dynamics of a werewolf pack to them, it would get even weirder. At least for Dean it would. Bobby found you after you were left for dead by your old pack. They found out you were an omega, and male omegas weren't very popular in your caste system, you were at the bottom basically. It would have been fine if you were a female, but since you were male, it complicated things. If you were straight it would have been ok too, but you weren't. If your parents were still around, you might have been able to stay, but they were dead. So you were attacked and left for dead.

Dean and Sam could never know you were going into heat while they were out hunting vampires. I mean, explaining it to Bobby was hard enough. He was old enough to be your dad, so it was weird and awkward, like you were giving him 'the talk'. Thankfully he understood, which made you feel a little better through your embarrassment. You mentioned it briefly after you were healed from your attack, but it was only last week when you had to go into detail about the process of male omega's heats. You thanked the heavens he understood the dynamics, so you didn't have to go too much into detail what a heat was for an omega. But you did have to give more details about your experience specifically because you were a male, and gay. Sexuality is plays a key role into it because you were always gay like anyone who realizes their sexuality at any moment in time, so during puberty you developed both sex characteristics. You had a uterus, but not a vagina. It was complicated and you hated talking to your parents about it when you were eleven because it was uncomfortable. It was a little difficult explaining this because male pregnancy isn't a thing for humans, but he got it well enough to say you could use the panic room when you were batshit crazy in your heat-hazy mind. You wouldn't actually be crazy, but you wouldn't be yourself. As you laid there daydreaming, it started. A wave of hot and heavy need washed over you. You gasped at the feeling, heat filled your neither regions, as you felt a wetness leak and slide down your thighs. Your pants started to feel too tight, everything was uncomfortable, and you started taking everything off. There was no relief coming from the cool air hitting your damp skin. You laid on your side facing away from the door, tentatively you started to touch yourself. The only thing on your mind was Dean. You wished it was him touching you, you wished he was there to push you down and whisper all the dirty things he would do to you. You wished he was your alpha. You knew he would be able to take care of you unlike any other alpha from your old pack, because he was an older brother, and the way he cared for Sammy was evident of that. Whimpers and moans left your lips, you tried to fight it at first, but soon gave up. Your whines slowly got louder mixing with unintelligible words of want. You've already came once, now starting to stretch yourself with two of your fingers. It was going to be a long three to five days. -- The second day you would be able to stop after your climax and rehydrate yourself at least, sometimes scarfing down a granola bar, but it was hell. You hurt so bad, and the ache just to be filled was almost too much to bear. At one point you even tried begging for Bobby to let you out so you could find someone to help you through this, but you didn't receive an answer. Either the soundproofing was done wonderfully, or he choose to ignore your pleas. Around ten at night, you passed out from excursion, but that didn't mean your heat was over, just postponed until you woke. -- "Jesus fucking christ!" Dean hissed when they arrived back at Bobby's place, they were home early, but the older Winchester didn't think he would be assaulted by that same fucking smell that you were giving off before they left. Just one hundred times more intense. "Do you smell that?" Dean asked as they walked up to the door. "Um, no?" Sam questioned with a raised brow, "Am I supposed to? Anyways, I think we should go get something to eat first, so let's go Dean." Sam said hesitantly stepping out of the car. His brother's answer made his eyes look around in question, why could he smell this but Sam looked indifferent? "Whatever, if you want to eat so badly, let's see if [Name] wants anything." The boys knocked on the door and waited for either you or Bobby to answer the door. But no answer came. Dean tried the doorknob, but it was locked of course. Sam's palms were sweaty, he knew he needed to get Dean back in the car like you asked. Dean picked up up on some faint yelling, and then they heard it. "Bobby please let me out! It huuuuurts too baaaaaad!" A flare of panic rose in Dean, he looked quickly over at Sam, noticing he heard it too. Dean fished out the emergency key Bobby gave them and unlocked the door, the two bursting in to find out where you were. This was not good.

There was a note on Bobby's desk that read, 'went to get something to eat'. It was odd because you always cooked the meals, mainly because you always claimed it was cheaper, but also because you enjoyed the activity.

Sam was going to say something, but another loud whine interrupted his words.

"You check upstairs, I'll check the basement." Dean ordered and quickly headed in the direction of the basement. "No Dean-" Sam tried to grab his arm to stop him, but he was too late, Dean was already heading down the stairs. Sam ran on his heels.

As Dean ran down the stairs, the yells they heard upstairs got louder, and didn't really sound like yelling anymore, it was more like moaning than anything.

Without checking through the eye slot in the door into the panic room, Dean undid all the outside locks and opened the door in one smooth motion, Sam on his heels.

To say the least, Dean was surprised at what his eyes met when he walked into the room. Sam knew what to expect, but it was still a sight to see, not to mention the over stimulation of your smell gave Dean. You were laying on the bed with your three fingers deep working in and out of your asshole in the air. Your face was flushed against the bed, red with damp hair stuck to your cheeks. You looked so good. You had your eyes closed, up until you heard the door open. The first thought was Bobby was finally going to give you what you wanted and let you out, but the last thing you expected was to see Dean and Sam standing there. It was like all your prayers had been answered. "Dean! Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean-" Your voice was like music to his ears, "Oh my god please help me, please fuck me Dean. Please please please please please plea-" Your pleas were echoing in his head, he wanted to ask what was wrong with you, but FUCK you looked so good displayed like this. And he wanted to so bad answer your pleas and give it to you like you wanted it, but there was a small, very small, voice trying to reason with him, saying it would be wrong to take advantage of this situation. He turned towards his brother, mouth agape in shock, he really couldn't comprehend this situation. "What the fuck is going on?" He asked not really to Sam and not really towards you. He was just throwing it out there. "This is why I said we needed to go eat. Now Dean, please, let's leave and give [Name] here some privacy." Sam gripped Dean's arm and lead him out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Because Dean was still in shock it was surprisingly easy for Sam to pull him out of the room and up the stairs. And then everything hit Dean. "Wait wait wait- You knew this was going to happen?" Dean stopped sam halfway up the stairs with an abrupt halt. The taller male laughed nervously, "Uh, yes I did..." Dean felt a streak of anger corse through him. How the hell did he know you were going to do something like this? Why did he know? He was furious and didn't know why. "Why do you know and I didn't? I think I should have known that [Name] was going to do whatever the hell was happening down there." He was yelling now. Sam threw up his hands in defense, "Whoa whoa, [Name] told me not to tell you, that's why you didn't know, so calm down please." "Well now that I know, what the fuck is wrong with him?" He was no longer yelling, but his voice did still have a bite to it, so Sam took extra time to word his explanation correctly. The two of them could still hear you whining for Dean to go help you. Sam let out a frustrated sigh, "He's in heat." The sentence seemed so simply, but it was anything but that. "Heat?" Dean questioned, "Like what cats and dogs go through?" "Yes Dean, exactly like that. [Name] is a werewolf, so it's in their biology, well, he said it was a fairly new characteristic but," Sam was trying to stay calm, but you did ask him to keep this from Dean, but now there was no way around not telling him, "And before you ask, yes I am aware that he's a guy, but he's an omega so they go though these things." Dean crossed his arms when he realized that he was hard, and shifter uncomfortably and he tried to wrap his mind around the information. "How long is he going to be like this?" Dean asked in gruff voice, coughing as he head you whine pitifully again. "He didn't say." There was an awkward pause that washed over the brothers, their ears still being assaulted by your whines and pleas, it was almost heart wrenching. "We can't just leave him like that," Dean said suddenly. "We kind of have to," Sam interjected, "even if you helped him like he was begging you to, you don't know what to expect. It wouldn't be like normal sex Dean, he's a werewolf, and he could get pregnant." "What?" Dean looked at Sam wide-eyed, "But he's a guy!" "Dean," Sam gave him a hard look, "Like I said, he's a werewolf and we have no idea what to expect." Dean turned towards the top of the stair case when he heard the sound of a car pulling up. He shot a glance at Sam, as well as behind him towards the panic room before he walked up the stairs to see if it was Bobby home. They got to the top of the stairs to find Bobby running in the house with a face of worry, "Is [Name] alright?" He asked as soon as he saw the two, "I knew I shouldn't have left," He muttered. "He's-" Sam hesitated, "He's fine, we think." "Deeeeean-" You yelled, your voice cascading into a jumble of moans and incoherent words. Bobby sighed, "So much for the soundproofing the damn place." Dean snorted, surprised at the feeling of a blush creeping over his skin at hearing you moan his name like that. The silence returned at the stood there at the top of the stairs, not knowing what to say. But not for long. "Will he be ok?" Dean asked. With a sigh, Bobby started walking back towards the front door, "He said he would be fine as long as you both didn't come back early. And since you are back, he won't be ok." He paused at the door, "I think it would be best if you both left him to deal with this by himself, like he asked." "But-" Both Bobby's and Sam's eyes shot to the older Winchester, "We can't just leave him like that." "Of course you would say that," Bobby muttered and not-so-descreetly glanced at the bulge in Dean's pants. Dean quickly covered the front of his jeans with his hands and cleared his throat, "I can't help it, you should have seen him, you should smell him. How can't I react to him like this?" "Wait, you can smell him?" Bobby asked, making Sam and Dean exchange a look of confusion. "Should I not...?" The brunet said slowly, "What are you getting at?" Bobby lead them into the front room, leaving the two there as he fetched his food from his car before explaining. "I did some research, some asking around after I locked [Name] up about this whole dynamic thing werewolves got going on now and found something interesting." The older man started. "What did you find out?" Sam asked. "Well, [Name] was right, this trait is rather new to them, only showing up in the past thirty to fifty years. It was a sudden adaptation. And what you are smelling Dean," He looked at the man, "is [Name] calling out to you through pheromones as a prospected mate. It's weird that you can smell him, seeing that you're obviously not a werewolf, but pheromones are weird in humans too. He will probably hate me for saying this, but because of his feelings for you before his heat was even a thought in his mind is probably why you can smell him. He subconsciously chose you." "But the species issue," Dean started, "Won't that complicate things?" "I don't know, ask [Name] after his heat ends." "When will it end?" "Three to five days," Bobby grimaced, there was another cry from the panic room, "I kind of feel bad locking him in there." Suddenly something dawned on Dean that made his blood run cold, "Didn't you say he was secreting pheromones to lure in a mate?" He waited for Bobby to not before continuing, "Wouldn't that attract, you know, other werewolves to him?" Both Bobby and Sam paled at the realization. "He's an unclaimed omega. Even though you can smell him, you're right. He's probably attracting other unmated alphas, if we assume his scent reaches far enough to strike someone's fancy." Sam commented. "You can smell him pretty good outside if that gives any insight," Dean spat, sounding harsher than he wanted to, "What do we do." "You've gotta get in there," Sam looked at his brother pleadingly, "I don't want anything to happen to [Name], like getting ambushed by a lone alpha-male werewolf." "I don't know how [Name] will react after it's all over, but I agree with Sam. We can't have a werewolf come storming in here, plus your lower half already seems to agree with the idea." Bobby spoke up. All Dean wanted to do, besides you, was wipe the smug look off Sam and Bobby's faces, "Can we just ignore my boner for the moment so we wrap are heads around this and do what's right for [Name]." "We already did that, you're just embarrassed because this is the first guy you've been sexually interested in," Sam teased, "So, even if [Name] hates us for allowing you to help him, go. We'll deal with that when we the time comes." "Seriously. I've been listening to him scream and yell for the past two days, please go do something about it." Bobby said.

part 2

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