"Woah, okay." He holds his free hand up, palm out, but the effect gets somewhat spoiled by the obvious tremor that accompanies the motion. "I mean, yeah, I'm sick, but it's - it's not really your typical flu, okay? It won't spread. It just, uh - needs some time to clear out."

So maybe the last statement is a bit of a hopeful shot in the dark on his part. So what? He just got here and if he could last like this for weeks as the trials persisted, then he can hang on for a few days more. For as long as it takes for Dean to find him.