EVERYWHERE.
Isaiah looked everywhere for his little brother when he woke to find him gone. The fact that he wasn't there and hadn't left a note (not one that Isaiah could find, anyway), left him a total and complete panic. Somebody had come for him in the night. Somebody had ripped him away, torn away his innocence, harmed him, used him. Somebody had him and they could be doing anything to him.
Cain wouldn't break, though. Not his Cain. Cain was too strong for that. He'd never let them leave him a sinner. Whatever those monsters did to him, they would find that Cain would go down innocent. Always.
Still, the pictures in his mind spurred him forward with shotgun and hunting knives in hand, ready to mow down anybody that got in his way. If it weren't for Kyle, he never even would have looked in here--in a brewhouse. His brother was in a brewhouse with two older men--one of whom was most definitely a sinner. How could he not be, with that mop of hair and those... those common street clothes? Isaiah wasn't one for fashion--he basically lived in overalls and plaid and work boots--but he sure as heck didn't think highly of a man in women's clothing.
Still, he reluctantly lowered his weapon at Cain's insistence, then cut his gaze to the blond man.
"You stopped in for a drink. With my underage brother?"