(Here we go again. Another chapter for Along For the Ride. I haven't got as much response for it as I wish, but I'd dedicated to posting this story because I've had this idea in my head since practically my freshman year in college – which has been a while. Anyway, let's pick up where we left off, shall we, Dear Readers?)

[Songs Used, Mentioned, or Suggested for Chapter 9]

~ 'Crush' by Avril Lavigne (This song has elements of hope, hesitation, and a hint of youthful optimism that comes with first loves; I feel it embodies Dani during her younger years.)

~ 'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles (Nice background music while Dani and "Charlie" go about town)

~ 'Dead Sister' by Brian Reitzell and Alex Heffes (When Dani begins to realize who the Trickster is)

Chapter Nine

"Sibling Squabbles"

Springfield, Ohio

February 15th, 2007

The next day, Sam and Dean searched the sewers, each taking one end of the campus. Dani went to the lab the research scientist worked at, posing as a college student looking for an intern position. After casually talking with the scientist's coworkers, she believed she may have uncovered a clue. The man wasn't just any research scientist. He did his testing on animals. In Dean's words, 'the guy was a dick'.

After the boys had filled Dani in on Curtis's story and their findings at the coroner's lab, she detected a pattern concerning the victims. They were all 'dicks'.

She was just leaving when her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, sugar," Charlie greeted.

Dani felt butterflies erupt inside of her and was mortified when her voice came out pitchy and quavering. "Hi!" She cleared her throat and forced herself to at least sound calm. "How are you?"

"Hungry. Could you eat?"

"Is that a lunch invitation?"

"It could be," Charlie responded playfully.

"Where do I meet you?"

"Turn around."

Dani, confused, did so and gasped in delight to see Charlie beaming at her as he closed the distance between them. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I just clocked out from work and was on my way to a pastry shop for a quick bite. Saw you and figured I'd make it a meal. Of food!" he hastily clarified. "Not that you don't look scrumptious, but you know, I've never been a fan of cannibalism, sooo..." he trailed off, getting a bit lost in her brown eyes and adorable grin. He smiled and leaned in close. "Hi," he breathed, brushing his lips across her forehead.

Dani, blushing furiously, tucked her head down so he wouldn't see what a flustered mess he was making of her. "You mentioned food."

"Yes; yes, I did." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her along. "Right this way."

He took her to a place that claimed to serve the best grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup in the county. And according to Charlie, they did. The biggest bowl of tomato soup Dani had ever seen was placed between her and Charlie with a stack of grilled sandwiches oozing with melted cheese. Dani's mouth began to water. Charlie grinned. "Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in."

Dani didn't have to be told twice. She dunked the corner of her sandwich into the soup bit into it. A low moan of pleasure escaped her as she nearly slumped onto the table. "I want this served to me breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of my life!"

"It shall be done," Charlie promised in a posh accent.

"So, Charlie," Dani said after they were halfway into their meal. "How long have you been working at the college?"

"You mean how long have I been mopping floors for a living?" he teased.

Unfortunately, Dani had just taken a bite of her soup-dunked sandwich and was unable to defend herself. She shook her head quickly and hastily chewed her food. It was taking too long for her liking, so she held a hand over her mouth. "That's not what I meant! I seriously don't have a problem with you being a janitor. I do have some questions about it though."

Charlie grinned. "Well," he said, leaning forward, "in answer to your first question…" He used his thumb to wipe at a drop of soup on Dani's mouth. She flushed. "I've been a janitor there for six years."

"And before that?"

"I've done a little bit of everything. I was a tour guide; I traveled with a circus, wrote for an independently owned food magazine, was part of a filming crew for some films and movies –,"

"What! Seriously? Would I have seen any of them?"

Charlie's eyes flicked to the silver cross hanging from Dani's neck and smiled. "Probably not." He went on before she could ask him to elaborate. "Anyway, I've done just about every random job you could think of. I've never been one for the conventional careers. Well, I say that, but there was that one time I was the PA of an uber rich business tycoon."

"Was it so monotonous that you left?" Dani asked with the teasing grin.

"Nah. The job itself was alright. I got paid more money than I knew what to do with, but it was my boss that made me quit."

"Was he bad?"

"Oh, he was terrible. He was an arrogant dickhead who thought the world owed him everything. And the way he treated the staff – I'm not talking about the ones who worked office jobs with him – I mean people like the janitor, the cleaning lady, the doorman; anyone with a blue-collar job. He'd look at them as if they were offensive to him. He'd belittle their livelihoods.

"I can't stand big shots who think they can treat others like dirt. Eventually, the time comes when they get knocked down off their pedestals and before I left, I let him know exactly what kind of douche bag he was. People always seem surprised when the high and mighty fall. But if you really look at how they got there, it's not such a shock."

Dani shook her head. "My da told me ever since I was young that it wasn't important to go to college to get a job. He said that if the career you want requires a college degree, then by all means, go. But if everyone goes to college for high paid jobs, then who's left to take up trades? We need cooks, we need iron workers, carpenters, cashiers, janitors, mechanics, all of them in order for this world to keep on going."

"Your dad sounds pretty wise."

"... He was."

Charlie gave an apologetic smile. "How long ago?"

"I was almost sixteen. There was an accident, and it took him and my eldest brother."

"How many siblings do you have?"

I don't know…

"Well, there was Kenan, who was the eldest, then there's Matt, and the youngest was Joey." Dani took a sip from her drink to avoid eye contact before Charlie inevitably read between the lines.

"You lost two siblings?" he asked softly. She'd mentioned before at the fair that her mother was no longer living but hearing that she'd not only lost both her parents, but two brothers as well pricked at his sympathy. That was more death than most people experienced in this day and age. He wasn't trying to push for an explanation; he'd back off if she gave him any hint to do so. He waited.

"Yeah," she answered.

"So, it's just you and Matt?"

"…Yeah."

Charlie's brow furrowed at the uncertainty in her tone. He gazed at her with a silent question in his eyes. Dani internally sighed. If the scars hadn't chased him off, her tragic loss of her family probably would. But he seemed genuinely concerned.

Taking a steeling breath, Dani said, "Matt and I were never close. There's a lot of backstory as to why that is and what led up to it, but…" Matt blamed me for Joey's death and left me there to die. "But Matt left one day, and I haven't heard from him in about two years. I don't know where he is, whether he's alive or dead."

Charlie nodded. "I get that. I'm a bit estranged from my family too. Different views about things, lots of fighting. So, I finally had all I could take, and I just left. I love them, but...It's best if I do so from a distance."

Dani gave a small shake of her head. "I'm not so sure it's the same with Matt. The way he left...I'm pretty sure he hates me."

Charlie could sense the mood going down, so he changed the subject. "So, you referred to your dad as 'da' earlier. What's up with that?"

Dani smiled. "Da came over from Ireland when he was twenty-five."

"So, it was your mother who was Cherokee."

"Agitsi."

"Um, bless you?"

"Agitsi. It means 'my mother'."

"Ah-gee-chee?"

"Vtla. No," Dani said with a laugh. "Ah-gee-chĭ. 'Chi', like 'chip'."

"Ah-gee-chi," Charlie repeated slowly.

"Very good."

"How do you say, 'thank you'?"

"Wado. Wăh-doe."

"Wado."

"Exactly."

"And how do you say, 'smile'?"

"Utsetsi."

Charlie tilted his head as he gave her a heated smirk. "You have a beautiful utsetsi."

Dani's face became extremely warm. She ducked her head and busied herself with her soup. Charlie watched her with a very pleased grin on his face. She sneaked a peek at him. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She blushed all over again and couldn't think of anything better to say than, "Eat your soup before it gets cold."

"How do you say, 'yes, ma'am'?"

"Guheyu," Dani mumbled under her breath, rubbing at her temple, but she was still smiling.

"Something tells me that's not it," Charlie said, leaning forward and thoroughly enjoying himself.

"You're correct."

"What's it mean?"

"Mischief."

Charlie's eyes sparked with humor. "How apt."

They finished the rest of their meal, but Charlie wasn't ready to part with her yet. "Now we get ice cream."

"Sir!" Dani pretended to exclaim. "You may be able to eat however much you want, but God did not deign for me to also have that blessing."

Charlie held his thumb and index finger close together. "Just a little ice cream. A scoop."

"Oh yo," Dani moaned, but let him pull her along. He took her to a small ice cream parlor and got her chocolate on a cone while he got three scoops of different flavors. They left the parlor and walked along the sidewalk with their treats in hand. When they had finished with their ice cream, Dani spotted a bookstore and suddenly it was Charlie's turn to be dragged in somewhere.

"So, are you a romance chick, a horror gal, or a mystery dame?" Charlie asked as they perused the shelves.

"I'm a classy lassie. I prefer classic literature, but I'm also a bit of a fantasy broad."

Charlie pretended to give a thoughtful hum as he continued to scan the books. "Sooo, Lord of the Rings, The Princess Bride –,"."

"Neverwhere, Pride and Prejudice – which is my absolute favorite book by the way – Jane Eyre, Sherlock Holmes…" Dani shrugged happily. "I love it. What about you?"

"Not much of a book guy."

Dani winced as she sucked air in through her teeth. "Lost a lot of points there, sunshine."

"I do read some. I just prefer to go out and do stuff instead of reading about someone doing it."

Dani tilted her head back and forth, weighing his words. "Fair point, I guess."

"Like I said, I read a bit. Mostly magazines though."

"Please don't tell me the trashy kind."

"Oh, it's totally the trashy kind," he confirmed with a sly grin.

"Oh no."

"The National Enquirer, Weekly World News –,"

"Oh noooo," Dani groaned.

"Very cultured reading."

"Oh yes. You're a man of taste, I see."

Charlie looked her right in the eye before flicking his gaze over her. "I'd like to think so." Dani barely had time to process his subtle flirtation. He held up a copy of Jane Austen's Emma. "You strike me as a big Jane Austen fan. You read this one yet?"

"A looong time ago. I used to own it but then I lost it."

Charlie beamed. Dani cocked her head to the side curiously but then caught on. "Charlie, no –,"

"Yes."

"You don't have to do that –,"

"I lost points; I have to gain them back!" Charlie turned to head for the register and Dani caught him by the arm.

"Promising me that you'll expand your literary experience would suffice!"

"But this would be better."

Dani gave up arguing and let him. If he wanted to buy her book, she was fine with it so long as he did it without thinking it would buy her affection.

After the bookstore, they went for a walk in the park and stopped by the bridge that spanned the pond. "Would you call this a second date?" Charlie asked her suddenly.

Dani thought a moment. "Yes."

"...Would you be up for a third date tonight?"

"You're going to get sick of me if you keep seeing me so much."

Charlie's arm went around her waist, mindful of her scars. "I don't see that happening, sugar," he murmured softly.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Dinner and dancing?"

"Sounds perfect."

He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm liking you alot Dani. I don't wanna screw this up."

"Stop reading trash and I think you'll do just fine."

He chuckled at her joke and pressed a kiss to her temple. "C'mon on. I'll walk you back to your hotel and pick you up at five."

"Sounds good."

He held her hand the whole way to the hotel, and Dani felt jittery with all the butterflies flitting about in her stomach. Once again, he didn't kiss her on the mouth when he said goodbye. But a kiss on the cheek still had her smiling like an idiot as she walked inside the lobby.

"You think he'll be back soon?" Dani asked Sam.

He checked his watch. "Shouldn't be too long," he said, settling in his chair with a book. He cast a glance at Dani and smirked. "You sure seem chipper."

"Had another date with Charlie," she explained, giving a bashful smile.

The sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation as Dean stormed in. "You think this is funny?" he asked Sam.

Sam and Dani exchanged a glance before he responded. "It depends. What?"

Dean made a face of mockful ignorance. "The car!"

"What about the car?"

"You can't let the air the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims!"

Sam sat up, closing the book. "Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car."

"Even I know that's grounds for certain death," Dani remarked.

"Oh yeah?" Dean responded, sounding thoroughly unconvinced. "Huh." He dug something from out of his jacket pocket. "Then, uh, how'd I find this?" In his hand was a full silver money clip with the initials 'S. W.' engraved on the surface.

Sam's face expressed shock. But not the kind of shock one would wear when they were surprised they'd been caught. Sam's face was shocked confusion. His hand went to his pocket and found it felt empty. Standing to his feet, he felt around once again and stared at the clip. "Hey, give me back my money," he demanded, hand extended.

Dean shook his head and gave a dry scoff. "Oh, no, no. Consider it reparations for, uh, emotional trauma."

"Dean," Dani groaned, sensing another sibling squabble brewing. "Just give it back."

"No one messes with Baby without consequences." He turned and walked away, shedding his jacket off on his bed.

"Yeah, very funny," Sam said, annoyed, and began to follow. "Now, give it back." He tried to grab it out of Dean's hand but was deflected.

"No," Dean answered, petulantly.

"Dean, I have had it up to here with you."

"Yeah? Right back at'cha!"

Sam attempted to snatch the money again and Dean once more held it out of reach. Dani, seeing that things were beginning to escalate, stood from the sofa. "Boys, let's just take a moment and calmly –,"

Sam feinted an 'I give up gesture' and immediately reached again, but Dean still managed to keep out of Sam's grasp. This time, Dean shoved Sam back and Sam retaliated. "Boys!" Danny barked. Before she knew it, the brothers were wrestling each other; Sam, trying to reclaim his money and Dean determined to keep it away from him. Sam tackled him to the bed, and they began to scuffle like overgrown kids. "Come on! Get off of me!" Dean griped.

"Give it back!"

"Both of you stop it! This is ridiculous!"

Dean managed to worm his way to the edge of the bed, and they tumbled over. "Let go of me!"

"Give me back my money!"

Dani let out a frustrated sigh and wadded into the flailing limbs and snatched up the money clip. "Hey!" Dean yelped.

Dani leapt away to avoid being drawn into the scrabble and stood in the center of the room. She held the clip up for them to see as they sat up and glared at her. "Get a grip, you two! You guys have been squabbling with each other since I got here and we're no closer to solving this case because of it! Now, Bobby is gonna be here any minute as a favor for you. I'd appreciate it if you two got your act together and handled this like the grown man you're supposed to be and not waste his time with arguing. Got it?"

Both men, shamefaced, hung their heads and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." She tossed the clip to Sam, only to have it intercepted by Dean. Sam looked about ready to tackle him again, but Dani's voice stopped him. "Ah-ah! No, sir!" Dani snapped as if he were an errant puppy. Dean begrudgingly held it over his shoulder and let Sam take it. "That's better," Dani acceded and picked up her messenger bag. "Now, I'm going to assume you're hungry and Bobby probably will be too. So, I'm going out to get us food. This hotel better be standing when I get back."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay, I've heard enough," Bobby said, sounding peeved after listening to Dani and the Winchesters fill him in on everything that had been going on. Of course, Sam and Dean each had their own version of what occurred, and they still managed to bicker over the differences and unflattering exaggerations of their sibling's account.

"They been like this since you got here?" Bobby asked an exasperated Dani.

"Yeeep," she answered slowly, too tired to defend them.

"Anyway," Dean broke in. "You showed up about an hour after that."

"I'm surprised at you too," Bobby, chastised. "I really af. Sam, First off, Dean did not steal your computer." Sam began to argue, but Bobby held up a hand and loudly shushed him. It brought to Dani's mind, recollections of when Bobby had handled some quibbles between her and Joey. "And, Dean, Sam did not touch your car."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled immaturely. Dani gave him a reproving stare and he quieted down.

"And if you two bothered to pull your heads out your asses, it would have all been pretty clear."

"What?" Dean asked.

"What you're dealing with."

Sam, Dean, and Dani stared blankly at him. "Uuuh…" Sam began, only to trail off.

"I got nothin'," Dean admitted.

"Me neither," Sam confessed.

"I'm lost too," Dani also admitted.

Bobby nodded at her. "Woulda thought you'd known, considerin' how your people's folklore is teeming with 'em. But then again, don't suppose you could focus much when you've been wrangling these two."

Dani's brain clicked. "Oh."

"You got a trickster on your hands," Bobby informed them.

Dean snapped and pointed at him. "That's what I thought."

Sam gave an incredulous scoff and smile. "What?! No, you didn't."

"I gotta tell ya..." Bobby interrupted, looking between Sam and Dean. "You guys were the biggest clue."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing. And it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight."

"The laptop," Sam realized.

"The tires," Dean added.

"It knows you're onto him and it's been playing you like fiddles."

"So, what is it, wha... Spirit, demon, what?" Dean asked.

"Well," Bobby began, looking to Dani to let her know she could chime in, "more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia," he went on, ticking them off on his fingers, "There's Anansi in West Africa."

"Coyote, Rabbit, and Raven in North America," Dani added.

"Dozens of 'em," Bobby acknowledged. "They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make 'em vanish just as quick."

"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator," Dean said, catching on.

"The victims fit the M.O., too," Dani realized.

"How so?" Dean asked.

"Well, most tricksters –,"

"Most?"

"Hey, different countries, different cultures, there's different kinds of tricksters just like there's different kinds of people in the world. Can't speak for all of them. Anyway, most tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor – deadly pranks, things like that."

"…Dani, what do these things look like?" Dean asked, his gaze trained on the floor as something began to occur to him.

Dani shrugged. "Lots of things. Shapeshifting is a power they all seem to share, but they tend to favor a human appearance. It's easier to trick humans that way."

Dean turned to Sam. "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?"

Sam made a face and started to shake his head when it hit him. He froze and cast an anxious glance at Dani. "Who?" she asked, still in the dark. Dean turned round to face her, his expression resolved but regretful.

Bobby noticed the focus directed at Dani and frowned. "What is it?"

"What time did Charlie pick you up last night, Dani?" Dean asked.

It finally hit her. "It's not him."

"Him who?" Bobby asked.

"What time, Dani?"

"I'm telling you, it's not him!"

"Him who?" Bobby repeated.

"Charlie Daniels," Dani answered.

Bobby frowned in confusion. "The singer?"

"Charlie's the janitor at Crawford Hall," Sam clarified. "And, uh, he's been, uh, taking Dani out on dates."

Bobby turned a stunned look on Dani. "You went on a date with a trickster?"

"He's not a trickster! He's sweet, and thoughtful, and he doesn't even notice my scars –,"

"Dani," Bobby said gently.

Her voice cracked as she insisted. "It can't be him!"

"Dani," Dean repeated, his face calm. "What time did he pick you up last night?"

"…S-seven."

"The research scientist's body – erm – remains, were found around six-thirty," Sam informed them.

"Can trickster's teleport?" Dean asked Dani.

"…yes."

"Does he eat a lot of sweets, Dani girl?"

Sam and Dean gave Bobby a confused look. "Tricksters have a metabolism like an insect. They're walking sweet tooths. Crave sugar like it's oxygen."

All eyes went to Dani. She gave the barest hint of a nod. "…yes."

"I can't stand big-shots who think they can treat others like dirt. Eventually, the time comes when they get knocked down off their pedestals."

You've got quite the sweet tooth.

"I love sugar. Can't help it."

…Your eyes…

"Oh, that. It's what scientists label as a genetic mutation."

He was whistling something the other night when he'd dropped her off at the hotel. What was the song? It sounded familiar…

'The Lady in Red'. Same song Curtis said the 'alien' forced him to slow dance to.

"People always seem surprised when the high and mighty fall. But if you really look at how they got there, it's not such a shock."

Dani said very little as the Winchesters and Bobby began to formulate a plan and go over what was used to deter and kill tricksters. A wooden stake dipped in the blood of a trickster's victim would do the job.

"So, you're just going to kill him?" Dani asked sharply as the fog of shock dissipated from her mind.

"He's dangerous," Bobby began.

"So are we," she interjected.

"It's different, Dani girl, and you know it."

"You're dang right it's different. 'Cause he's. Not. A monster. He's capable of thought and emotions and can make decisions and yet ya'll sit here making plans to put him down like he's a rabid animal!"

"It's not like that, Dani," Dean argued. "I don't want to do it. Hell, I kinda like the guy myself! He's got style. But he crossed the line when he started killing people."

"Let me talk to him –,"

"Hell no," Bobby said firmly. "Kid, you're too emotionally involved in this case. It's affectin' your judgement."

"Just because I don't want to go barging in and get stab-happy first doesn't mean my judgement is skewed, Bobby. Don't you dare tell me I don't know what I'm talking about."

"Look, Dani, he's a trickster and trickster's are never good guys."

"How does Uncle Reshen fit into that theory of yours?" Dani asked with an edge as sharp as steel in her tone. Bobby went silent.

"Who's Uncle Reshen?" Sam asked.

Dani mentally berated herself for the slip but played it off casually. "He's my godfather and it's too long a story right now."

The brothers took the hint and let it go.

"Could you boys give us a minute?" Bobby asked.

"Sure," Sam said, obviously puzzled.

Bobby followed Dani to her room and shut the door. "Dani, you've got to understand that your uncle ain't like any other goblin – hell, ain't like any other creature – I've ever met. Could be 'cause of his parentage; bein' the first son of the Alpha Goblin and a human mother – I don't know. But Reshen's a special case, Dani. Extremely rare."

"Rare doesn't mean solitairy, though. I'm not excusing Charlie for killing people – if he's even the trickster. I'm trying to get it through to you that he's different too. He's not mindless and driven by some base instinct. We could talk to him."

"You think he'll listen once he finds out we're hunters? We ain't exactly Doctor Phil, Dani. Monsters fear us just as much as we fear them. It'll end up a fight anyway."

"Not if you send me first."

"That ain't happenin'."

"I'm not gonna let you murder him."

Bobby sighed. "I see..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the number and pressed it to his ear.

"Who are you calling?" Dani asked

Bobby didn't answer her but spoke to whoever was on the other line. "Yeah, it's me. Look, I'm gonna need your help. Now."

"What's the trouble?" Reshen's voice asked from behind Dani's back. She spun around to see him tucking away his phone just as Bobby hung up.

Bobby looked entirely uncomfortable as he said, "Reshen, I – I can't go into the whole story due to time, but... but I'm gonna need you to keep Dani in her room until I get back."

Dani's mouth fell open. "You're going to lock me up?"

"It's for your own good."

"This is bogus!"

Reshen stepped forward, a taloned hand held up in a calming gesture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm going to have to have something to justify such an action, Bobby."

"They think Charlie is a trickster and he's the one behind all the killings, and they're going to go murder him," Danny quickly summarized.

Reshen's brow furrowed. "What!"

"Uncle Reshen, you can't keep me locked up –,"

"Hold on, hold on," Reshen placated, turning his attention to Bobby. "How sure are you that he's a trickster?"

"We ain't one hundred percent, but I'd figure about eighty."

Reshen sighed through his nose, thinking. His hand went to Dani's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "At least tell me you're gonna find some confirming proof first before you kill him?"

Dani drew back. "You agree to killing him too?"

"Dani, sweetie," Reshen began, cupping her face gently in his clawed hands. "Tricksters that kill are not the sort you can reason with. They're dangerous." His silver eyes went to Bobby. "Make certain. Go."

"Thanks, Resh. Danny girl... I'm sorry."

The door closed and Reshen locked it with a snap of his fingers. "This is a mistake," Dani argued.

"I hope so," Reshen said softly, taking a seat on the bed. "Tell me everything that happened since I left you here that first day."

(Reviews lift my spirits and feed my dedication to this story! Until next time, Dear Readers!)

Cherokee Words and Phrases: (*asterisks mean I am making a guess as to the pronunciations and basing it off what I know of the Cherokee language.)

Agitsi – My mother (ah-gee-chĭ)

Asehi – Yes (*ah-say-hee)

Do'ke? – Really?

Edutsi – Uncle (*ā-dooh-see)

Gatono – Why?

Guheyu – Mischief (*gooh-hay-yooh)

Gvlieliga – You're welcome (gun-lee-aa-lee-gah)

Hawa – Okay / Alright (hah-wah)

Madu – Matthew (Mah-do)

Osiyo – Hello (oh-see-yōh) [Informal – (see-yōh)]

Tsosewi – Joseph (Jo-say-we)

Utsetsi – Smile (ooh-say-see)

Vtla – No (un-tlah)

Wado – Thank you (wah-doe)

Yo – [This word can be used in a variety of ways, but it is an equivalent to saying, "Oh gosh, oh man, oh geez," etc.]