Though something familiar bubbled in Ben, a cross between the nearly overpowering need to hug his uncle and exasperation at not being acknowledge, he fought both feelings to try and keep calm. His uncle believed he was a stuff British person, so being clam was probably a better way to get him to listen, right?
However, he wasn't going to be calm to the point of not speaking up, and the moment came quickly, on the heels of Mary explaining what we being presented.
"Little, but there's still some stuff here from before LA," he piped up, tugging an envelope close so he could open it. "I went through Grandpa's stuff."
The contents were handled with care as Ben pulled out the few snapshots he'd taken from John's lockbox, those rare mementos from what 'normal' parts of childhood the Winchester brothers had been allowed to have. Though he'd made copies before bringing them, he knew the copies wouldn't be enough. Only the originals, worn and creased and faded, but clearly still taken care of, would be real enough.
"Please be careful with them," he said, as solemn as Ben Braeden could ever be as he offered them up to Sam.