Chapter 51- The Reed Genius

Tip-toeing to his door. Dean ignored the eyes that were staring at him from other doors.

For all he knew, they could all be in on the ambush. He got closer and the door was slightly opened.

First peeking in, he didn’t see anyone but Dean was far from relieved. Someone was definitely inside.

’Fuck it,’ Dean thought as he pushed through the door and to his surprise, Olsen was home.

The big guy sat at a desk and somehow didn’t realize he even entered.

Hunched over a notebook, Dean could hear pencils scratching across paper as the boy looked focused and locked in.

Dean dropped his bag on the bed."So who did you kill?"

Olsen raised his head and turned to him with a grin. "What...?"

"You’re home." Dean smiled as he pulled out a few things from his bag. "Figured there was a manhunt for you in the city, and the serial killer found his way home."

Olsen let out a genuine laugh as he kept grinning. "You are totally right. Too many bodies in the workshop."

Sitting on his bed, Dean dropped his bag pack by the side. As he watched Olsen go back to work.

The guy’s hand moved like a machine, drawing, measuring and sketching with rulers and what nots, by his side.

"What are you working on?" he asked.

Olsen suddenly paused. He turned to face Dean with excitement in his eyes. "My next masterpiece. Mate."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Masterpiece?"

"Yeah..." Olsen replied as he stood from the chair. He stretched his body as his frame took up most of the room.

"So are you like an artist?" Dean was still quite curious.

"No.. mate, nothing like that." Olsen answered with a head shake, the gentle giant then smiled. "Actually... better if I just show you."

"Show me what?"

"Just come on, mate." Olsen said, as he pulled his jacket from the chair. "The workshop is still open."

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The Academy workshop was at the east wing of the school and was not in any curriculum that Dean knew of.

It was in a separate building, detached from the campus. Quite large and looked like everything that wasn’t a class room.

Olsen pushed through the thick metal double doors and the room lit up automatically the moment they entered.

There were flux core powered bulbs in the ceiling of the room.

Immediately he entered, Dean stopped for a second. As he took in the entirety of the room and it was damn huge.

’So this is where he has been hiding.’ Dean thought.

The room was filled with all sorts of stuff. Half-finished devices. Bikes that seemed to have flux crystal engines.

Dean walked in as he saw vending machines, conveyor belts, mechanical arms. Things he could recognise from his old life.

But there was one difference, everything here was powered by flux energy and was in the process of rebuilding.

"This is...." Dean trailed off for a second, a bit lost for words.

"Awesome... I know," Olsen smiled as he walked deeper into the workshop. It was obvious this was his space.

"You know... most of these are just prototypes. Pre-shattering tech, I am trying to get working with flux cores."

Dean nodded as he followed Olsen. This was like a world stuck between the past and the present.

Taking a few steps forward then he saw it.

Immediately Dean moved straight at what he saw.

"Isn’t this the punching machine from the other day?"

Olsen turned and grinned. "Yeah...I am making some adjustments. Off from your observations."

"What observations?" He might not have the greatest memory in the world but he never recalled saying anything.

"Yes. I thought about your reaction after seeing the machine for the first time and after watching you use it," Olsen said as he walked over and tapped the machine’s panel.

"Since you were able to hit it even at vampire speeds," Olsen paused.

"Then why should I base the machine off species averages and not individual strengths," He smiled.

"You mate, are proof my calculations to limit individual capabilities were wrong," he finished excitedly.

Dean didn’t exactly get the science around the boy’s explanation but one thing finally made sense to him.

Back then when he had observed the change of pace. This boy didn’t even raise his head and answered that it was because the person was a vampire.

This was because this gentle giant created the damn thing.

"So you created this whole thing?" Dean asked as if he hadn’t deducted the answer. Or maybe it was just so amazing to him.

"Yeah."

Dean looked at the boy, walking around him like he was staring at the stature of liberty for the first time.

Olsen looked at him, turning around. "Are you alright, Mate."

"Why–" Dean said slowly. "Why do they call you a failure and treat you like you are useless?"

The grin on Olsen’s face faded immediately.

"Because I don’t have a summon." He said flatly.

Dean frowned. "And so what?"

Olsen held back a chuckle with how Dean’s face contorted when he frowned.

"It’s simple, a Reed without a summon is believed to be dead weight. Especially in a world like ours." He said while he leaned on the side of the machine.

"It isn’t all bad though. My immediate family supports me and my gifts but my extended family–" Olsen sighed. "They believe me a shame to the family name and spread all sorts of rumors about me, They–"

"So they are daft idiots," Dean cut in before Olsen could finish.

Olsen grinned before chuckling. "Something like that." He shrugged as he walked to another machine.

Dean looked around and even when he looked at the items in the workshop. It didn’t make sense why anyone would look down at this kid.

He was literally Einstein without the hairstyle. And what usually came with geniuses was wealth and the occasional crazy.

Olsen already had one of those ticked. Because a poor kid isn’t getting his own bat cave.

"So what does your family actually do?"

Olsen looked at Dean as if he expected him to know the answer to that.

Either way he answered. "Transport," he said flatly.

"Huh?"

"Basically if it moves. A Reed owns it." Olsen nodded. "From your manta rays to your phantom steads. Cars, bikes, name it."

Dean was stunned. That’s a crazy monopoly. "And you’re part of that?"

"Not really, my father deals with all that. The rest of my family follow behind," he smiled.

"Not having a summon and all that. Better to stay out of the spotlight,"

Dean nodded. He didn’t fully agree to it but it made sense. In a world where fighting is equal to survival.

Not being able to fight was equal to being useless but the thing was that.

Olsen was far from Useless.. he might be one of humanity’s ways back.